She opens her eyes... part 1
By musclelust @ priatjohnson@yahoo.com	
A hugely muscle bound elf girl discovers her body in many ways


"...Moving as ever with an air of magnificent self-possession she came through
the gate of the village. I, in my state of daydreaming noticed nothing amiss.
As alertness returned to me, I looked on her with a smile and rose to greet
her.

'Taleika', I said. She said nothing and, as she came closer, her vibrational
pattern seemed suddenly erratic and her heartbeat was strangely sluggish. I,
becoming alarmed studied her closely. Her robes of office hung in tatters on
her nearly naked body. Her hair was disheveled, the ceramic pin I had made for
her gone. One eye was blackened and her cheek was cut, blood on her lip still
fresh. One breast lacerated, verily there were such lacerations all over her
body. She grasped one arm, which, in its makeshift sling, showed more than one
protruding bone. Her aura, that of a powerful magician was dim, weakened. She
still held her staff, the symbol of her authority as well as the conduit for
her innate strength. Perhaps it alone had preserved her life.

" 'Twas simple to ascertain that she had seen battle, though where and with
whom was indeed a mystery. As usual, when she ventured forth on her errands,
she went with her Advanced Guard and I never worried for her safety. Now I
cursed myself violently for my oversight.

"Before I allowed myself to take leave of my mental facilities, I inhaled in
an attempt to preserve my composure, and muttered a prayer that this was the
result of...a...fall...or something, something that would not arouse my
personal anger. Oh no, the ghost of a smile had already crossed my face, I was
slipping, my breathing becoming heavy, calm down. " 'Tell me, what happened,'
I implored her. She would not speak at first, and I feared that she had lost
her voice. Then, when at last she tried to talk, I could see that the
experience was too painful, and she could not bring herself to utter her
horror. Such an action was indicative of only one thing-rape was the word that
crossed my mind, and rape was the one word she finally uttered.

"She swooned then and, placing a bare hand between her legs, I swiped a finger
across her womanhood. I came up with...a purplish viscosity, still fresh, this
ravishment having taken place not a full hour ago. I stood up, stared at my
hand and low, the foul seed evaporated before the heat of my anger, I was
positively glowing with rage. At this point only a handful of thoughts were
clear to me now. I knew nothing human or Elfin could have done this, but wait,
there was an encampment of trolls about ten leagues hence. They had been
relatively benign up to this point, but...as I rushed her to the healers', she
regained consciousness for a moment. 'Tell me,' I implored, 'were the trolls
to blame?' She merely stared at me, but the sense of growing rage that passed
from her to me before she passed out again confirmed my suspicion.

"Arriving at the healers' quarters, I allowed myself time only to be assured
that my Taleika would recover; half of her duty was that of a healer, which
meant the others were working at a decided disadvantage. It was then that

I relinquished myself to blind fury; the last memories I had for quite some
time was arriving in the troll encampment, the buildings igniting from thought
alone, tree-sized creatures shrinking before my wrath, and the blood, males,
females, infants! I quite literally bathed in it! No one could stand against
me; nothing could slake my thirst for vengeance save the destruction of the
entire assemblage of foul demi-sapiens. Finally I became aware of the most
blood-curdling cackle. I realized then it was I.

"Consciousness then receded from me and it was days before I came to, back in
Sypunioa, the events of that night returning to mind. Vengeance was mine in
the name of my betrothed, but how was she? What was the state of her mind?

Could we ever be the same again?"

"Eventually, Taleika recovered and, in the fullness of time we were able to
gain a semblance of normality, put the past behind us." The elfin warrior
stood and took a deep breath. He had never told that story before, and though
it had been five hundred years past, he never felt any less anguish when the
memory of the events came to him.

"When news of what I had done reached our council leaders, I was deposed as
the village war leader, for which in retrospect, I am glad, as I was not
stable enough at that point to continue my duties." A mix of emotions were
present on his face, not least of them remorse.

"But, grandfather, what has this to do with me?" The young elf woman sat with
her knees drawn as best she could to her chest. In light of her present
situation, she would have preferred to be standing, pacing, however, she was
indoors and few ceilings were tall enough for her.

"Patience, child, this may be the story of your life," She rested her head on
her knees. Demarlos Khalan Kulvir, who had been talking now rose, brooding.
Thought not intimidating in size, his body structure made him stronger than
most humans twice his size, even during the time when his musculature wasn't
as considerable. Right now he was very tense, and it showed in the cording of
his shoulders and jaw. The quiet life he had been living thus far was about to
change. The current war leader of Sypunoia was dead, and there had been no
eligible replacements that would take the job. Kulvir feared that he would not
be able to deny the council heads' request to return to his former post. And
before him sat the cause of this upheaval, this young woman to whom his
problems were pale by comparison.

Taleika, who was also present, sat quietly in a corner reflecting painfully on
the story her husband just related. The tall, raven-haired elf woman never
found it any less mortifying to recall those events, and never once did she
begin to adjust to the reality of the horror of that time. Kulvir, whom she
loved as well as she could anyone, had a role in her dread of those memories,
for, as he said, he had mercilessly destroyed the trolls that had borne her no
ill will.

In fact, it was only a small group of trolls, composed of the strongest and
most pugilistic of them whom none would oppose. And only one raped her, the
leader, possessed of a cunning that was utterly unfitting of the race. He was
the one who masterminded the ambush that killed all of Taleika's guardsmen
before they knew what hit them. When she was next conscious, she was in chains
in the troll encampment, and during that week, she was actually cared for by
trolls who were not aligned with her captors. In truth, they actually aided in
her escape just before her brutal rape. Consequently, when she recovered from
her injuries and learned of Kulvir's actions, she found that she could not
bear to be near him for many months. She blamed herself in part, however, for
not being able to tell him the whole of what happened.

Now Taleika, rousing from her reflections, began daydreaming anew as she
looked upon the young woman sitting on the dirt floor with her knees drawn up.

Nothing she'd seen in all her life compared to what she saw before her. It was
quite possible that what happened to her had a part in bringing her about.

Insanity, that's what this was. Whenever she looked at her granddaughter, she
had to force herself to believe that she was even possible, and now, as she
stared at her, apprehensive, fearful, she had a hard time believing that as
well could be. Kulvir, caught up in his own thoughts, looked up to notice the
woman sitting before him was becoming impatient.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat.

"It would happen that for many years, even after we were wed, we could not
function properly as husband and wife, and as such, twas more than a century
before we were able to conceive." The girl shook her head then, spun-gold
tresses shimmering in the dim light of the brassiere on the far wall, and
looked up. Her eyes, deep soulful pools of purest amber, gave away a hint of
consternation, uncomprehending as she still was of the relevance of this tale.

"After so many years, we had finally mastered our fears of the past,"

Kulvir started again, "So it came to pass that we were to have a child. In the
interest of sparing the baby any possible defects, Taleika and many skilled
magicians set powerful potencies over her. I should say now that Taleika was
not treated immediately after her ordeal, hence these measures were taken.

Vaille was born premature at about sixteen human months but otherwise
completely healthy." Kulvir's voice trailed off as he reflected on the day of
his only child's birth. Taleika as well was thinking of that day, but it was
she who spoke up next.

" Your mother's childhood was quiet," She said, "insomuch as those two words
go together. She looked just like me, she had the same indigo eyes and the
same raven hair, though hers had a tint of red in it. She grew, and in time,
we forgot all about the past." The girl studied her grandmother's face,
envisioning all she'd ever been told of her mother in it. Such, she felt was
the only way she would ever know about her. And, not for the first time, she
thought that she looked nothing like her, and as always the thought caused a
lump in her throat.

"Now," Taleika said after a moment, "we've told you this story many times, but
here's the bit that we have omitted, so painful has it been to speak of."

She paused, and took a settling breath.

"When she was still very young, younger than you are now, Vaille became taken
by Aallontar, who'd taken root in our village." The girl snorted at the
mention of her father's name.

"Yamunariona, concentrate!" Taleika's commanding tone made her snap to
attention. No one Ever called her by her birth name. Danaecia she had been
known as all her life and as such was shocked to hear that name after so long.

Kulvir moved over to his wife and placed his arms around her shoulders.

"Our troubles were almost completely forgotten," he stated. "We felt as if the
past had no bearing on our future; our daughter was in perfect health and
nothing untoward had happened in all that time. But when Aallontar came, he
shattered our sense of well-being. They were married within months, against
our wishes. After all, what are a few years wait to us who live for millennia?
Within one year of their mating, Vaille was with child and once again the
fears of the past reared themselves.

"This time, they were not unwarranted. Her pregnancy was traumatic at best,
even with the potencies woven to circumvent the agony she endured. We all knew
something terrible was happening however, she went about the business of
preparing for your birth as though nothing was wrong." Kulvir ran a hand
through his silver hair. He tried to withstand the flood of emotion building
inside him, but was failing fast.

"We, I, feared for my daughter like I've never feared for anyone or anything.
The birth was horrible, more than I ever thought I would have to endure.
Though I was miles away at the time, I felt every agony she went through
keenly."

"Yes," said Taleika, "We tried everything we could to ease her. But nothing
seemed to work."

"She was only nine months pregnant then, even so the child was already fully
developed. Vaille's belly was distended far more than any I'd seen-twas that
which forced her early labor!"

"Kulvir!" Taleika shouted.

"It's true, Taleika, and you know it. I will not take it back." He could not
disguise the bitterness in his voice. Meanwhile, Danaecia could not believe
what she was hearing; he, like her father, blamed her for her mother's death.

She never thought he of all people harbored any resentment toward her. But she
supposed it was to be expected; everyone else did. His only child was dead,
and that, compounded by the grief he'd suffered throughout his relatively
short life made him understandably bitter, she thought. "I apologize," he
said, bowing his head, "but you don't understand. I wasn't present at the
delivery, but I felt, more keenly than you can realize, every agony that she
went through, every moment when the pain itself should have killed her." He
took another breath.

"I wasn't there, but I heard her last words: 'through suffering, life', which
is what your name means, Yamunariona. She passed then, and I was struck in the
chest as with a blow." I was there, Kulvir, and those were not Vaille's last
words, and you know it." Taleika had stood up at this point and was glaring at
Kulvir. The anguish on his face grew. Indeed, he remembered her words, though
he had been struggling to live by them.

"She said," His voice cracked, "She said: 'blame not that which is by nature
unable to be blamed,'." Danaecia was taken aback by Kulvir's uncharacteristic
display of emotion. She wanted very much to leave, as she was very
uncomfortable with him suddenly. In addition, she was very cramped in her
current position and feeling claustrophobic. Moreover, the situation facing
her now was pressing on her mind again; how could it not?

"Listen," Kulvir began, seeming to have grown old, "You must comprehend what
we felt that day, you must. We lost our only daughter that night, and though
we try with all our might not to blame you, it is because you exist that she
does not." Kulvir took a moment to let her absorb this.

And absorb it she did. Danaecia comprehended that Kulvir intended to spare her
emotions however, with this revelation, she felt more certain than ever that
not only her family but the entire village was indeed resentful toward her for
her very life, which came at the cost of her mother. Absolutely, she never
ceased to be the object of stares, but she'd long since stopped being
affected. Her uniqueness was something she'd accepted easily over the years,
yet now it didn't seem as much a misapprehension that some of those stares
were more of a sinister fixation than innocent curiosity.

" We've told you this story before," Danaecia realized her grandfather was
talking again, that demeanor of calm indifference almost completely back in
place.

"I've felt it necessary to explain all of this because I believe that it is
the whole story of your existence. You are unnatural," He said it bluntly, and
almost coldly. The word was like a hammer to Danaecia's chest. Now he, of all
people, was in agreement with the rest of the village. She was, even in the
eyes of her most beloved family, a monster.

Quite sufficient it was to crush her already waning sense of self-worth.

"Now that you must leave," he continued, "it is crucial that you understand
that. You had to have known, when you were twice as large as everyone your
age, when at three cycles, barely adolescence, you had fully developed as a
woman? Certainly, now you understand the reason_"

Danaecia could stand no more. Foregoing all pretences of modesty, she stood,
her head easily touching the ceiling.

"Wwwhat do you mean to say to me, grandfather? Do you want me gone like the
others?" Trembling, and with tears streaming down her face, she took a step
toward him, to which he responded by reaching to his empty right side, the
gesture of one reaching for a sword. That was it. When she understood what he
had meant to do, Danaecia gasped and bolted for the door. On her way

out, she struck the sides of the threshold with her fists. They warped as if
made of matchsticks.

"Danaecia!" Taleika made for the door but was grabbed by the wrist.

"You cannot risk her anger, Taleika, you must wait..."

"Unhand me!" Taleika wrenched away from Kulvir.

"You caused this! I cannot let her go this way." She left in a flash of anger.
Kulvir meanwhile could not believe he'd just regarded his own granddaughter as
an enemy. He actually reached for the sword that he hadn't carried in years.
Even in light of recent events, she would be hard pressed to forgive that. It
must be rectified. Moving to an oaken chest in the back of the house, he
procured a small wooden box with an outer covering of blue velvet.

Opening it, he took one small look, then went to find Danaecia.

Hearing the commotion, those nearby emerged from their respective dwellings.
Danaecia, now fully conscious of her "unnaturalness", began to panic as the
normally reserved elves whom she'd known forever glared at her with eyes that
turned from concern to anger and fear. Danaecia was aware that she was
hyperventilating; in addition to a newfound shame over her appearance, she now
keenly felt malice in the demeanor of most of the village. Uttering a shriek
that commingled fear for her life and absolute wretchedness, She turned heel
and ran as fast and as hard as she could. The elves, who were momentarily
stunned by the loudness of her utterance, were left confused as to what had
happened. With bounds that easily took her a hundred feet apiece, she made for
a massive gnarled oak on the western outskirts of the village. Climbing to one
of the large lower limbs, Danaecia curled into a fetal position, crying with a
bitterness that was terrible to hear.

The old limb groaned as Danaecia rocked back and forth like a child, but if
anything was certain in this suddenly deranged world, it was the stoutness of
this tree. She hadn't always been this way, a freak as she now thought of
herself. That is, in a manner of speaking, she wasn't always this freaky.
Yamunariona Talhuuvaithe, Shu Vaille y Aallontar*, was in the beginning, like
any typical elfin girl. Her childhood, though punctuated by moments of
inadequacy, was otherwise normal. Ever athletic, Danaecia was always engaging
in the more strenuous activities, never feeling inclined toward the homely
side of life. Her advanced height gave her many advantages in the games she
played.

Adolescence struck with a disturbing revelation. Danaecia was at that point
fully grown, in that she had all the physical characteristics of an adult
female elf. Standing then at six feet, the only person in Sypunoia taller than
her was Taleika, by only an inch. Her life was then disturbed by a far more
alarming change than the mere onset of puberty. She was growing rapidly then,
and becoming increasingly aware of the people's growing discomfiture at her
presence.

Danaecia, whose disposition was that of constant acclimation, never
comprehended that her body was something to be ashamed of. She simply regarded
the questioning stares as the people's curiosity over a sight they had never
seen. However, as she continued to grow, frighteningly fast and with seemingly
no signs of stopping, the folk of Sypu began to wonder, and fear.

Danaecia roused from her contemplation. Drying her tears, she realized that
she couldn't stay like this. After all, she was never able to wallow in
self-pity for long. Falling sideways, she executed a graceful side-flip from
the tree that had to be seen to be believed. From her unique perspective,
Danaecia could view a good deal of the village from where she stood. Night had
already fallen; she never ceased to be amazed how short the days were, and
there were lights in many houses. Sypunoia, an elfin village consisting of
about eight hundred, was built almost exclusively from wood. The houses, which
were designed to withstand a great deal of punishment, were treated with a
fireproofing derived from the very wood they were built from.

Danaecia turned toward a low set brick building, the forge in which she'd been
put to work for many years. Upon arrival, she looked around the place,
thinking of the hundreds of horseshoes she hammered and the tens of swords she
tried to make; When it became apparent that nothing could stop her body's
changes, it was decided that this would be the best use of her ability. Moving
to the chamber where she slept, she obtained a large rectangle covered with a
sheet. Removing the blanket, she revealed the vast mirror she'd created here
and set it against the wall.

Danaecia, which meant gold-eyes, was a nickname given to Yamunariona shortly
after birth. She stared at those orbs in the polished metal thinking how
appropriate the name was. Facially, she expressed the classic elfin beauty.

Those eyes, with their slight upward slant, were utterly amazing. Her nose,
whose nostrils were rather large, was a thing of elegance, with its soft
curves.

Equally soft were her cheeks, which formed seamlessly into a strong chin. And
those lips, large, luscious, perfectly inviting, flawlessly formed, having
never touched others, could break mortal hearts. In short, a stunning example,
as were most elfin females, of the near-perfection that was their race.
Brushing aside a bang, she then took notice of her golden hair that, almost
self- illuminating, hung straight down to her buttocks. Rarely combed though
it was, not one strand was out of place, such is the lot of those of elfin
blood, she thought, that those imperfections were hardly ever seen.

Danaecia hesitated for a moment at the strap of her gossamer tunic, heart
pounding, before divesting herself of the garment. Danaecia's mirror, eight
feet tall and four feet wide, was the only looking glass that could fully
encompass her. Stepping back to gain a full view, she regarded this frame that
left so many awestruck in its entire unclad splendor.

She had to calm herself; she felt as though the image she saw couldn't
possibly be her; how could she not? Standing at exactly seven and one half
feet, Danaecia was taller by far than any elf had ever been. As such, she was
rarely seen indoors. Amazing as her stature was, it was the mere tip of the
iceberg. One must stretch the very limits of his imagination to encompass the
monumental grandeur that was Danaecia. The unique set of events that created
her made her a vision of muscularity so immense, so absolutely prodigious,
that no amount of physical exertion could begin to recreate it. She pored over
the muscles of her massive frame with an increasing sense of astonishment. Two
unspeakably large slabs that were her pectoral muscles sat atop her ribcage
with a canyon eight inches deep separating them. Perched low in front of these
were her breasts, equally unreal, as large as any other part of her. They
jutted out with the most perfect shape and form imaginable. Positively dizzy
now, Danaecia shook her head to realize that even the muscles of her neck,
thick yet long and graceful, stood out in sharp relief. Her attention turned
now toward her midsection, appreciating the razor-sharp definition of the
serratus muscles of her ribcage, her oblique muscles and abs and how they
seamlessly molded into one another.

Turning to her side, she raised an arm, which she noted with a spine-tingling
rush, was more than twice the size of her own head! Ever so slightly, Danaecia
twitched that arm, flexing a triceps, one head of which rivaled in size the
entire arms of some of the largest males she'd ever seen. Trembling now,
Danaecia turned this impossibly large limb palm up and watched those muscles
hang in a way that she perceived to be a rather arrogant display of their
power. Bringing her forearm up, she flexed an impossibly large biceps. She
repeated this a few times in wonderment and feeling with her other hand its
incredible steely hardness. If her arms were unreal, Danaecia's legs were
beyond any stretch of the imagination. They were so immense that they almost
defied physics! Those gams were so voluminous, she often had trouble passing
through doorways, or rather, the doorways had trouble maintaining their
integrity in her passing. Thunderous quads, thighs so large she hadn't worn
anything resembling pants for half her life. These formed into diminutive
knees that seemed utterly unable to support Danaecia's mass, beneath which
were calves nearly the size of her arms, possessing the perfect diamond shape
and blending into tiny, miniscule ankles and huge, but undeniably feminine
feet.

The elfin frame, while ordinarily very thin, is much stronger than the human
frame due to its construction. All elves have very long limbs and midsections
compared to humans, with much longer tendons and ligaments, which give them
their power. Danaecia was no different, and colossal though she was, her body
took on the same long, effortless gracefulness of her species. Truly, every
single sinew was perfectly placed, every part held a perfect symmetry with its
counterpart. Continuing to stare at herself, she was baffled by how unknowing
she'd been of herself all these years.

Placing her hands on her hips, she flexed, almost subconsciously, every muscle
she could bring to mind, and the sight was mind numbing. Every muscle striated
with incredible definition. Harder and harder did Danaecia pump those insanely
large muscles, and the vein of her biceps engorged to the thickness of three
of her fingers, from which a vast network of smaller veins emerged down the
length of her arms. Turning quickly from the mirror, she flexed watching the
many muscles of her back raise and become more defined.

Her buttocks she then squeezed, causing them to jump, first one then the
other, then both, making her heart skip a beat. Turning back again, Danaecia
concentrated on her chest next. Bringing her left arm toward her center,
making the awe-inspiring pectoral raise and causing the massive breast that
sat atop it to jump and quake. Eyes widening, she did the same with the other
pec, that staggeringly deep crevice lining with cords and cables of muscle and
vein. Drawing those phenomenal arms together fists out, Danaecia contracted
those pec muscles once more, with all her might, making striations and veins
appear on even the soft fleshiness of her immense mammary orbs.

While in the course of her flexing, Danaecia in her now euphoric state became
increasingly aware of a feeling which till this point she had never before
experienced. Breathing deeply and heavily, pupils widening, she was becoming
more and more sexually aroused by her image in this mirror. Now she was
fondling her awesome muscularity, now fully pumped and thereby grown to even
more breathtaking size. The feeling of her iron-hardness gave her goose bumps,
making the invisible peach fuzz on her entire body stand on end, increasing
her skin's sensitivity manifold. She was covered in a layer of sweat, making
her perfectly bronzed skin take on an even greater glow. Her very large and
weighty breasts, that normally defied gravity, seemed to stand even straighter
and firmer, with many small veins rising on them.

Raising her arms slowly, Danaecia hit a double-biceps pose, flexing as hard as
possible every muscle she could. The sight of so much prodigious, hulking
mass, perfectly proportioned, with so many super-sharp striations, glowing
golden, atop which sat an unutterably ravishing face framed by countless
strands of spun gold, it was all to much for her.

"Urrraaahhh!" She roared when her pose hit its apex, the cry turning from
exuberance to raw lust. Danaecia felt certain she beheld a goddess in this
mirror; she was everything that a woman was, a hundred times over.

"So beautiful, I can't believe it, whatever force made me surely outdid
itself," she said in a husky voice. Overcome, she grasped her ample breasts,
squeezing roughly. Bumps were raised on her huge dark brown aureoles and her
nipples, which were usually four inches, had grown, amazingly to over a foot
in length and over an inch thick. These nipples, hard as steel ultra
sensitive, she took in her hands and fisted, faster and faster, lubricated by
their own secretion. Her eyes rolling back in their sockets, Danaecia placed
one of those obscenely long nipples in her mouth, cheeks hollowing out as she
applied suction that brought it in and out. her now free hand moved between
her legs, inserting two then three fingers in her virgin slit, and squeezing
an enlarged clitoris.

Fellating, fisting and fingering at a frenetic pace, Danaecia soon brought
herself to the brink, her veins including one in her forehead engorging even
more and throbbing along with her womanhood. All the time, she watched herself
in her huge mirror; the goddess was pleasuring herself for the frenzied
ecstasy it evoked in her viewer. Thrusting her hips as if being penetrated,
Danaecia released her nipple from her mouth letting out yet another feral roar
as she reached her first-ever true orgasm. With each thrust, her vaginal
muscles contracted, ejaculating streams of thick hot semen. Her phallic
nipples seemed to reach a similar orgasm; as she frantically jerked them, they
shot forth a torrent of breast milk, which struck the glass of the mirror with
a dull ring.

This orgasm, which had Danaecia screaming, crying, and bucking uncontrollably
with its intensity, lasted for well over three minutes, during which she
soaked the room with her wild excretions. Mercifully, it seemed, this climax
finally subsided, and she collapsed, exhausted and gasping for breath, into a
large pool of her vaginal juices and breast milk. Lying on her side for a long
moment, Danaecia's body continued to quiver from many powerful aftershocks
that caused her abdominals to keep tensing and releasing.

Rolling over onto the cot where she slept, she now lay stretched out in a
state of ecstasy.

"Now wwwhy," She asked herself aloud with that melodic elfin lilt, trilling
her w's as she tended to do, "wwwhy did I ever deny myself so long? I know one
thing, though, I can't do this too often; my heart might give out! She laughed
at that, her thoughts returning to normal from the crazed passion of moments
before. Glistening with sweat and her voluminous pussy secretions, her nipples
receding to their original four inches, Danaecia rolled onto her sleeping mat
and slowly dozed off.

Taleika, upon angrily leaving the small abode, witnessed Danaecia being
surrounded by the other elves and heard her enraged scream as she bolted away
from the village square. She felt keenly the fear and despair that had built
inside her and she felt also the malice emanating from the villagers. Striding
forth like a storm, Taleika walked to the middle of the square where every one
of the eight hundred residents of Sypunoia had assembled, very much intent on
forcing their once beloved friend from their village forever. Sypunoia was a
very large village as far as elf dwellings go; yet Taleika in her mounting
fury disregarded that fact completely.

"Taleika, Taleika, didst thou seest that," called one, a wide-eyed man named
Tynlyspsys in his archaic speech, "Twas like the passing of a great beast!"
Taleika shot a withering glare at him, and he fell silent. A dull clap of
thunder could be heard, and all present knew that was her doing. They had
witnessed the coming of Taleika's wrath once before, just after her ill-fated
trip; it was a wonder that Kulvir still drew breath, much less ended up
married to her. Fearing this powerful magician, all in her path drew aside to
allow her to pass. When she reached the center, everyone drew away from her.

Calling forth a gust of wind, Taleika rose into the air, and glared down at
them imperiously.

"How dare you!" she cried in an earsplitting tone. "How dare you treat one of
our own so?"

"But Magician," Called one incredibly brave, or stupid man on the outskirts of
the crowd, "she is a violent beast! We need to have her gone from us for our
own safety!" the man's voice rose as he spoke, trying to compensate for his
growing dread with anger of his own.

"Silence," said Taleika, "you are acting with foolishness only befitting
humans!" She opened her mouth to speak again, but was cut off.

"Taleika, she killed Luthoia, without even a hint of effort." Another one
called. "She cannot be cast out fast enough!"

"Silence, thou fools" Taleika bellowed. "We all know that what happened was an
accident." The statement was met with groans of disagreement. Wham!

Another thunderclap. "Speak again, hear!" She boomed. Violet cloak flapping in
the wind, Taleika turned to those at her back. "For her actions, Yamunariona
Talhuuvaithe will be exiled. As we do not kill our own, such is her fate. But
she has already punished herself far more than anything we could inflict upon
her!" She was breathing shallowly, her emotions besting her.

"For one of such pure heart, she cannot bear the thought of what she has done.
You all know of her immeasurable strength, you know that she couldn't possibly
predict that she would have done what she did." Turning again, Taleika willed
her anger to abate somewhat. "Would any of you have wished to be born that
way, do you think she asked for this?" Many present lowered their heads in
shame, while others stared in defiance, hardening their hearts.

"Danaecia would never purposely harm anyone in any way," Taleika continued, "
so how can you justify what you know to be wrong? This is an outrage, and I
will not allow you to continue this immoral persecution. The council heads
have ordained that she will be exiled to atone for her actions, but you have
no right to act with such imbecilic prejudice." She eyed the assembled
villagers, some of whom were wrestling with their emotions. "Well?"

Her voice, like a whip crack, brought them all to attention. "Have you nothing
to say for yourselves?" The mass was deadly silent.

"Then be gone from my sight," Taleika roared, "If you are truly so fearful for
your unworthy lives, then leave this place and live elsewhere as the cowards
you are!" The elves, wishing not to enrage the sorcerer further, began to
disassemble, however, it seemed that they could not leave quickly enough.

Lighting struck Taleika's staff of office, causing yet another thunderclap.

"I said be gone!" The ordinarily highly dignified elves scattered with
uncharacteristic gracelessness. Many realized that Taleika, with her slow, but
fiercely violent temper could be more danger to them than Danaecia ever was.
It was true, though, what she said. Danaecia had a slight mean streak, but
otherwise would never harm anyone purposefully, and even the defiant ones had
to admit it. Those defiant ones, men and women alike had more than grief over
the death of a friend to contend with, however, and, shameful as it was, they
could not help but feel as they did. Nonetheless, they rationalized that this
hulking anomaly, this "grotesquely" immense elf maiden was nothing more than a
giant mass of uncontrollable violence.

Taleika, somewhat appeased at having set the villagers of Sypu in their place,
went in search of Danaecia. Fearing that she could have left the village, she
continued to use her power of flight, as Danaecia's unearthly legs could
easily have taken her miles away by now. Her first thought was the old oak on
the outskirts of the town, which had been planted to commemorate both
Danaecia's birth, and her mother's death. In flight, the trip, while
considerably shorter, still took many minutes; one can only warp air currents
to a certain extent. Upon arrival, Taleika landed and, inspecting the old
tree, found that one of the lower limbs seemed to be unnaturally bent. It
wasn't difficult to surmise that Danaecia, with her six hundred plus pounds
had probably been here. But where would she go from here? Figuring that
perhaps she would think no other safe was safe place for her, Taleika guessed
that she would head toward the forge. Fortunately, it lay near here, and she
quickly moved in its direction.

Inside the brick building, Taleika perceived a sound emanating from Danaecia's
chamber that she thought was crying. Preparing to console her granddaughter,
and finish explaining to her what she would need to know, Taleika headed for
the room when suddenly, startlingly, the sound changed to a series of
high-pitched wails, screams, heavy breathing and even louder crying.

"Aaaaaah, Aaaahhh, rahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Hnnn...errrrahh! Aaaah, aaah,
aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" The screams terrified Taleika; what possible danger could
she be in? She took one step and stopped, mid-stride, just as Kulvir gripped
her shoulder, eyes widening with sudden shock as she realized what was
actually happening. Kulvir moved in front of her and shook his head, she fully
understood what he was saying.

Minutes later, when the shrieks of orgasmic passion finally quieted, both
Kulvir and Taleika stood stock still, eyes blinking rapidly in stupefaction,
reflecting with a slight feeling of impurity the sounds they'd just heard.

"Well," Kulvir said, swallowing hard, "Now is as good a time as any, I
suppose." Suppressing the urge to be mortally offended, and an even greater
(and to him more shameful) urge, he steeled himself to enter the bedchamber.

Following closely behind, Taleika as well felt an intrinsic wrongness in her
thoughts. Knocking softly, and calling Danaecia's name, Kulvir hoped
tentatively that he would not have to confront her at this point. Behind him,

Taleika, wishing fervently for this most awkward of moments to end, reached a
long arm out to push the door open. They were struck so hard then by wave
after wave of the most potent pheromones either had ever encountered that they
couldn't breathe for a moment. When they recovered, they could only stare
dumbstruck as they beheld they hulking beauty, spread-eagled on the cot, her
hairless womanhood obscenely exposed, huge breasts laying on her chest, hair
in total disarray, and covered almost from head to toe in her own rapidly
drying ejaculate. On her face was a satisfied smile, and even following the
act that had taken place here, it envisioned total innocence.

With an effort, Kulvir closed the door on the room, noting with a shudder that
it was awash in Danaecia's cum. Dizzy, and having lost all of their elfin
composure, the two tried hard to clear their heads of the images racing
through them, but both knew they would linger for centuries, at least.

"I think we can agree that now is not the best time. We should await the
morrow." Taleika nodded in agreement, the unique poise of her race not present
at the moment. The two stared at each other for a moment, unable to decide
what to do now. One thing that became apparent rather quickly was that the
pheromones had gone to work on their physiologies, and both were already very
aroused. That, combined with the sight that they had just seen, caused

Taleika's nipples to harden, and a bulge visible even through the leather
coveralls that Kulvir wore. They were almost ready to leap at one another then
and there. Kulvir, however, had a moral attack at that moment; his elfin
sensibilities would not allow him to be comfortable with the thoughts running
through his mind; it was his own granddaughter! The self-disgust he felt was
increasing with every image that he saw in his mind. Looking at his wife, it
did not seem as though she suffered from the same attack of integrity.

"It's the pheromones, Taleika" Kulvir said, desperate to calm her rising
libido lest he should give in to his own desires, "You must resist." Receiving
no response, he figured the best he could do was remove himself from the area.

He was long gone before Taleika realized his absence, as she slowly sank to
the floor, fondling her perfect breasts.

Waking with a start, Danaecia realized she had overslept, another first for
the ponderous elf maiden. Tears immediately sprang to her eyes as she recalled
what this day meant. Her sentence for the death of the war leader of Sypunoia
was to be carried out. The council heads would be coming for her soon. An
headache was building, and the euphoria of her self-discovery of last night
gave way to an abject outlook on the coming time. Luthoia hadn't deserved what
happened to her, and burying her head in her hands did Danaecia recall, and
not for the first time, with unabating horror, the events of that day.

Having trained for some time under Kulvir, who before his deposition as war
leader, was the undisputed master of arms in Sypunoia, as well as a highly
respected swordsman throughout the whole of the elf community, Danaecia, for
the hell of it, decided to accompany the defense force on maneuvers. Having
been relieved of her duties in the forge that day, she felt such would be a
welcome activity to occupy her time. Luthoia, who felt that she should not be
a part of the routine, was slightly irritated at her presence. Danaecia, who's
occasional childishness could border on meanness at times, became annoyed at
Luthoia's attempts to exclude her from the practice. She began to do immature
things, such as talking to warriors on horseback at full gallop while running
beside them. She distracted them by lifting huge carts of auxiliary weapons
that weighed hundreds of pounds and were like nothing to her. Through this and
other nonsense Luthoia remained silent, and bore up under this foolishness
with saint-like patience. During the trip back from the field, Danaecia
initiated a discussion about field tactics, to which Luthoia was rather gruff.
Feeling brushed-off, Danaecia became angry, and drew her into an argument
which exploded when the reached the village.

"...Your tactics are all wrong for this situation," she started, "Kulvir
explained that phalanx is only useful when you know where your enemy is!"
Luthoia scoffed at this. "What do you know? I have been training for war since
before even his time!"

"That's about all you been doing," Danaecia retorted, "There hasn't been
combat since my grandfather's time!" She raised a sword with her enormous arm,
and swung, the air current generated deeply lacerating the ground in front of
her. Luthoia was unfazed.

"Danaecia," she said, fed up now, "you are immature and your conduct is
unbecoming of your heritage. You need to do the job you are trained to do."

"And you," Danaecia returned, "Need to learn the art of combat." That was it.
Luthoia leaped up and slapped her, hard, in the face. Danaecia for a moment
was taken aback, then, with a growl of rage, returned the blow. Truly, it was
a mere bringing across of her arm, but even that held a monstrous power.
Luthoia's head snapped violently to the side, with an expression of surprise
and anger. Long moments passed as Danaecia looked at Luthoia with increasing
regret, and Luthoia did not turn her head back. Then, she rocked forward,
collapsed to her knees, and fell into Danaecia's legs. Wide-eyed with
disbelief, Danaecia realized as did the crowd what had happened: what she
thought was the merest twitch of muscle was force sufficient to break the
war-leader's neck. The elves that had assembled to witness the confrontation
stared at her in horror; for some this was a validation of their fears.
Knowing what she'd done, Danaecia crumbled in the village square, bawling
uncontrollably for hours. No one could console her, and now everyone was
mortally afraid to approach.

Head buried in her hands, the muscle-bound elf cried bitterly as she recalled
the tragedy, which had happened only three days ago. After a while, she was
finally able to calm herself. Still covered in her cum, she figured the best
way to remove it and avoid notice was to climb out the window and jump into
the stream behind the forge. She arose with a ripping sound from her sleeping
mat, to which her discharges had glued her. Fortunately, the window was large
enough for her to pass through. Leaning outside with her beautiful breasts
hanging well below the ledge, Danaecia decided to leap from into the stream
from

there. Pushing off the sturdy ledge with a thrust of her triceps, she was able
to propel her colossal bulk (which to her weighed nothing) in a graceful arc
into the freezing stream, twenty meters away. She drew a sharp breath as the
shockingly cold water enveloped her body. Her nipples expanded immediately to
their full length in response.

She bathed quickly, removing the dried cum from her body. When she finished,
she stepped out and walked slowly back to the forge. Having never been overtly
conscious of her body, walking about nude didn't bother her, now that the
evidence of her deed the night prior had been washed away. Back in her room,
Danaecia quickly became depressed again as she faced the task of gathering her
most personal effects. She donned a blue sundress that Taleika had sewn for
her. It had an actual sun emblazoned on it, and revealed about as much
cleavage as clothing could. She put on also her moccasins, with their
inch-thick soles that were the only shoes she could not wear out in a matter
of days. There was not much that Danaecia owned that was of any true value or
use, and as such she had only a few things to obtain: the clothes she now
wore, a large satchel for containing money, and a set of twin daggers, which
she'd made long ago with Kulvir's assistance. The daggers, which were sheathed
in leather, and strapped to the long thong that held her satchel, could in
normal sized individuals, have constituted short-swords.

As Danaecia dressed, there was a knock at the door, and, taking a deep breath,
called to the person to enter. It was Kulvir, and behind him were

Taleika and Aallontar, Danaecia's father.

" 'Tis time, child," Kulvir said, stoutly repressing the visions of last
night. Tears were at her eyes again as she followed the trio the house of the

Council. There, were assembled the Council Heads, as well as the lower ranked
members, at a long oak table in the massive Hall of Hearings. Also present
were some of the warriors, and a few other villagers, some of whom were
Luthoia's family. All were silent and stock-still, glaring at her, some with
malice and anger, others with sadness, but most with a sense of awe. A beam of
sunlight illuminated Danaecia's face as though she was innocent. But of course
that wasn't the case. Accident though it may have been, she killed Luthoia,
and now she stood, preparing to accept the sentence pronounced for her crime.

The council stood then as one from the table, Taleika, as a member had taken
her place. Then the spokesman, at the center, inhaled to speak, without
preamble, the council's declaration of her fate.

"Yamunariona Talhuuvaithe, Shu Vaille y Aallontar," he said, in the archaic
speech of ceremony, "For the crimes of reckless endangerment and manslaughter,
it has been decided and agreed upon by this Council of Sypunoia that thy
punishment be as follows. By the mid of night tonight thine exile shall begin;
thou shalt be cast out of this place, not to return for a period no less than
one thousand." Danaecia gasped in shock; even for her extremely long-lived
species, this was practically half a lifetime. "One thousand Human years," he
continued, "during which time thou shalt be free to travel where thy might.

Furthermore, should thou travel to another dominion of the Elves, thou must
leave that place if any member of this Council are present, including thine

Granddame. That is thine punishment, for though thy crime is high, we believe
that 'twas not done with malevolent bearing, and under no circumstances do we
slay our own." Danaecia's head hung low as she stood before the council. It
had taken her some time to take this all in, but now she was fully accepting
of her fate.

"Hast thou anything to say on thine own behalf?" The spokesman asked.

She remained silent. "Then prepare yourself." She bowed to the council and
turned to leave, strangely less saddened to leave.

Back at the forge, her grandparents and her father met Danaecia. They looked
at her sorrowfully, and each seemed to have something with them. Kulvir,
advanced one step forward, and held up the blue felt box.

"Had we foreseen this tragedy," he said, "we would have created this sooner."
He handed it to her. Opening it, she revealed a very thin gold chain, to which
were affixed five earrings of gold thread. There was also a sixth, larger one
in the box.

"Forged by me, and empowered by your grandmother, these rings would have
prevented the woe you have undergone. The large ring has the power to stop you
from doing serious or fatal injury to those you have no wish to harm. The
five, attached to the chain, decrease your natural power, increasing the power
of the sixth." Danaecia looked at the spun-gold rings and thought that if
she'd only had them three day's ago, she wouldn't be in this predicament.
Well, the past can't be undone. Taleika held an assortment of large sacks, all
containing different forms of currency.

"You must learn to use this well, as you venture into the world," she said
simply. Aallontar, dressed completely in red, stood with his head bowed.

Looking up finally, he presented her with a large piece of cloth.

"She... made it for you, just before you were born," he whispered, "listen,

Riona. I have indeed harbored resentment in my heart, because I know the
truth.

But I never, and will never regret that you have been born."

"As do we," Taleika said, "You must never believe that we wanted this.

But, as fate would have it, so shall it be."

They were all choking up at this point. Danaecia had never been one for long
goodbyes, and this was taxing on her.

"Listen," Kulvir said, "I have a task for you. Search for answers to what
happened to Taleika those centuries ago, and get to the bottom of your
mystery.

Learn the truth of your origins, for I believe that there is more to it than
meets the eye." She nodded grimly. Now at least she had a purpose.

"There is more. When you were born, you appeared to be in constant pain.

Shortly thereafter, you were kidnapped. You were gone for about a fortnight,
and then returned unharmed, after which you were perfectly healthy. I think
that may be of some import. Travel to the troll encampment, that I destroyed;
there may be some answers there."

Later that night, she stood before the mirror, piercing her long elfin ear
with the earrings. With each piercing, she felt a discomforting distortion.

Her body did not change in the least, but her unearthly power, which even her
gargantuan size did not come close to displaying, decreased noticeably. When
she had all five in, she noticed that for the first time, she felt her entire
six hundred plus pounds. Not much though, but it was an unwelcome feeling.
When she placed the final one in her perfect lobe, it seemed that the power
taken from her had drained into it. Now she was no longer a true danger to
those around her, and she briefly pondered whether she might be able to appeal
her sentence now, but thought better of it. She then held up the cloth that
her father had given her. It was a leg band, and as she slipped it up her left
leg, it expanded to accommodate her massive thigh. Standing back to view the
only gift her mother had given her, Danaecia thought she must have foreseen
what would become of her daughter. Tossing her beautiful hair, she understood
what Taleika had told her just before they left.

"It's just as good that you are leaving, for there is a danger that comes from
some of the villagers, men and women alike. It is not fear that causes them to
want you gone, but rather... an unreciprocated fondness," Yes, it makes
perfect sense now, she thought. They don't think I'm a monster, they just say
those things, to hide their true thoughts. They've wanted me all these years,
and now they despise me because I never returned their affections.

"Well, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all," she said aloud, grinning widely at the irony.
She suddenly felt no sadness in leaving this place of her birth, the people
that at once resented her existence and wanted her body. None at all. Midnight
was approaching, and soon she would be escorted to the entrance of Sypunoia,
to begin her exile.

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