Aeriella and Werewolves

The recent tales of Aeriella had been much longer than I had initially intended them to be. This one is no exception, it’s REALLY long and also has a slower start. The intro is a bit lengthy and actual werewolves appear much later in the story. So please be patient, I hope that the kinky stuff which comes later will make it worthwhile. ;-)

In the past Aeriella had managed to capture a werewolf. Although ‘rescue’ might be a more fitting word. The poor man simply could not control his sexual urges in his animalistic form. The sorceress managed to tame him and brought him to Laerinia’s court. Together with the other women of the court they taught Bion, because that was the werewolf’s name, how to control his powers and desires. Ultimately they were fully successful.

Aeriella had also managed to capture a female sexual vampire. This time it was the right word and the elf needed the assistance of Valora, Seraphinia and Sandalphon to succeed. The vampire was a merciless creature who fed on the sexual prowess of her male victims. Before becoming a captive Jocelyn, because that was her name, had turned numerous men impotent.

The sorceress had read that it was possible to ‘correct’ a sexvamp; to teach her how to limit her thirst and control her urges. If they managed to achieve that maybe they could let Jocelyn out of the dungeon in which she had been locked. All it took was a werewolf, but not just any werewolf. One powerful enough to be able to overcome sexvamps foul magic. Bion had nowhere near that power. Aeriella had managed to tame him with ease, so Jocelyn would most likely turn him impotent, just like all her other victims. But Bion knew of a werewolf who should possess that kind of power. Persuading him to cooperate could be an issue though. They called him Valgerd the Terrible.

Laerinia recognised the name, he was her nominal ally; they both served the same monarch. She was ashamed to admit that she was not aware he was a werewolf. As a politician she had never dealt with Valgerd, his lands were simply too far away. But as a sorceress she held the opinion that she should know all other wielders of magic or otherwise magical creatures in positions of power. That matter was put aside, because Jocelyn’s question had to be solved.

Transporting a sexvamp to a remote castle would be a difficult task, but before any preparations could even begin it had to be determined whether Valgerd would help them in the first place. Aeriella would travel to him as an envoy and try to win him to their cause. The four drow warriors would accompany her as the escort. The journey was long, so they would need to take two carriages with them; they would carry not only supplies, but also several fancy outfits for the envoy to wear at her destination. Of the four drow only Vavan, a scout, was proficient at horseback riding. The other three warriors accompanied the drivers on their carraige’s seats. Aeriella was an experienced traveller, so she preferred to ride on the back of her faithful stallion - Ares. For the road she put on her usual outfit - enchanted golden catsuit and knee-high leather boots on ten centimetre tall block heels. The catsuit was made of an enchanted fibre. The elf had cast the spell herself and the garment was woven by the best available weaver; the catsuit was light and comfortable, but at the same time provided protection against either cold or heat. The item was also incredibly thin and tight; it was opaque, but its tightness created the illusion of transparency. The elf had high hopes for their mission. But even if it was eventually unsuccessful at least she would get to see lands which she had never visited before.

The date of the mission was carefully planned as well. If Aeriella wanted to negotiate with Valgerd she had to meet him while he was in his human form; reaching the castle during the full-moon would be ill-advised. They planned the trip so that they would arrive at Valgerd’s home right at the beginning of the second quarter of the moon. If they were too early they would simply wait for a while in the nearest village.

Passing through Laerinia’s lands was as uneventful as always. The people knew Aeriella well and loved their Lady, even if she was rather eccentric. Her outfits would have been considered outrageous among the common folk, but she belonged to the nobility and was an elf at that. Everyone considered the statuesque woman in her skin-tight outfit to be a spectacular sight. All the subjects knew that Aeriella was a little narcissistic and enjoyed being admired, but they forgave her that minor flaw. In return the people simply ogled her body shamelessly. The peasants and the townsfolk were also familiar with the four drow warriors. They admired the skills and loyalty of Altonven, Selenar, Tanzerin and Vavan, but did not fear them. The people knew that the drow of the Underdark were evil and had to be feared, but Laerinia and her warriors were THEIR drow.