I barely registered it when the bed shifted. Maeriel moved with the effortless grace of a dream, slipping onto the mattress beside me, her presence a tide pulling me in. She guided me gently, wordlessly, until I was sitting upright, sagging back into her waiting arms, my body weak, trembling sank into her, but held steady by her.

  "Lean into me, my sweet boy," she murmured, her voice a velvet caress against my ear, filled with a warmth that stirred something deep inside me.

  I obeyed, too exhausted to resist. My head rested against the plush softness of her chest, the steady beat of her heart a lulby against my ear. I felt her arms wrap around me, not to restrain, but to hold, to comfort, the way one might cradle something fragile and rare.

  Then her slender alien hands moved. Slow, deliberate. They slid across my shoulders, firm yet tender, kneading the aching knots buried deep beneath my skin. A warmth sparked where her palms touched, deeper than heat, a low, thrumming pulse that I realized was her mana, trickling into me through the contact.

  Not enough to overwhelm, just enough to be felt. A kiss of power. A shared breath.

  "You're far too tense, my darling boy." Maeriel whispered, the breath of her words sending shivers racing down my spine.

  Her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles down my back, and every motion sent that light pulse of mana deeper into my body, untangling the exhaustion locked into my muscles, warming up my core for what was to come next. It was intoxicating, that intimate sharing of energy, like being slowly, carefully filled with liquid sunlight. This wasn't the shy and nervous sharing like I had shared with Adora. But the skilled touch of a mistress who knew just how much to arouse.

  "You are so pent up, those cum-factory of balls of yours have really been working overtime since your core reactivated. You're practically ready to burst." she murmured, her forehead resting lightly against the crown of my head. "But you don't have to worry anymore. Mommy will make you feel all better."

  Her hands slipped lower, gliding along the curve of my arms, her fingers threading through mine. The contact skin against skin especially in one of the most mana sensitive parts of the body made the mana sharing stronger, a steady, subtle current that buzzed deliciously just under the surface of our skin. It wasn't demanding. It wasn't forceful. It was patient, gentle, loving an invitation, not a command.

  I shuddered, my whole body responding instinctively to the soothing touch and the barely restrained magic humming between us.

  "Good boy," she purred softly, her voice a melody vibrating in my bones. "Feel it. Let it fill you. You're safe. You're mine."

  My breath caught as her hands moved to my sides, massaging slow, nguid circles down to my hips. The sensation was both soothing and electric, the low ache of pain being repced with something sweeter, something dangerously close to pure pleasure. The steady infusion of her mana through her fingertips only heightened everything: my awareness of her scent, the heat of her body pressed against mine, the slight catch in her breathing when I leaned into her touch without thinking.

  Her mana twined with my own, coaxing and soothing, igniting dormant pces within me, pces that had been locked away for far too long.

  I swallowed hard, torn between wanting to pull away before it became too much, and the desperate, aching need to sink into her, to drown in the comfort she offered so freely.

  Maeriel must have sensed my hesitation because she slowed, her touch turning feather-light, barely skimming my skin, her mana pulsing slower now, less urgent. She shifted, her lips brushing my temple in a kiss so soft it was almost imagined.

  "You don't have to fear," she whispered. "Not with me. Let me love you the way a mother should."

  A sound escaped me, not quite a sob, not quite a moan, something raw and broken. She gathered me closer without hesitation, cradling me tighter against her chest, her fingers running tenderly through my hair.

  We stayed like that, tangled together, the room filled only with the quiet sound of our breathing and the low, golden hum of mana weaving between us like an unbreakable thread.

  The warmth between us deepened, thickened, until it felt like I was floating in a golden sea. Maeriel's touch remained patient, slow, but there was an urgency blooming beneath it now — an unspoken plea she kept carefully hidden behind her serene smile.

  As her fingers pressed more firmly into my shoulders, I felt her mana draw just a little deeper into me, coaxing a response she seemed almost afraid to ask for.

  And something in me stirred. A reflex, primal and old. An echo of the past deeds done so many times.

  I opened myself ,not much, just a trickle at first, letting a thin stream of my own mana flow back into her through our touch.

  The reaction was immediate.

  Maeriel let out a soft, involuntary gasp, her breath catching against my temple. Her fingers dug a fraction deeper into my muscles, as if grounding herself against the sudden, unexpected pleasure.

  "Oh, my darling boy," she breathed, voice trembling. "You… your magnificent, such purity, such strength, you make your mommy so proud"

  But she didn't pull away. She couldn't.

  I felt her shudder against me, a ripple of sensation traveling through both of us as our mana braided together more fully, a delicate but undeniable current of shared life-force. My heart pounded, my breathing quickened, and so did hers our rhythms slowly aligning.

  She resumed her massage, but now each stroke of her hands was different needier, more desperate. Her palms slid over my back, tracing every curve and pne of muscle, as though memorizing me by touch alone. The mana she fed into me came in richer, hotter waves, and every time my mana returned to her, it drew out another barely suppressed whimper from her lips.

  The sensation was intoxicating. Euphoric.

  Her hands wandered lower, gliding down to my hips, my thighs, squeezing, kneading, coaxing every locked muscle into surrender, and through every point of contact, mana spilled between us like a dam breaking.

  A low sound escaped her throat, part purr, part moan, as she pressed her forehead against the nape of my neck, breathing me in.

  "Yes, that's it," she whispered against my skin, the tremble in her voice betraying the strain she was under. "Give it to me, just a little more..."

  Her hands moved again, gliding back up my chest, fingers spying over my heart, feeling its frantic beat beneath her palm. I responded instinctively, channeling more mana through the point of contact, feeling it surge through me like a tide drawn by the moon.

  She gasped again, her whole body arching into mine, and I realized she was just as overwhelmed as I was if not more.

  I didn't know when I'd closed my eyes, but when I opened them again, the world seemed softer, shimmering at the edges. Our mana wasn't just flowing between us now it was spinning, spiraling, building toward something inevitable.

  A final connection.

  Maeriel's arms wound around me tightly, her fingers digging into my sides, anchoring herself as she pressed her cheek against mine.

  "Just a little more," she begged in a whisper so fragile it barely existed. "Please, my boy, my dear, my everything…"

  I let go.

  The st barrier between us shattered.

  Mana exploded outward from where we touched, enveloping us both in a radiant cocoon of gold and silver light. I felt every beat of her heart, every shudder of her soul and she felt mine. For one breathless moment, there was no separation between us. No walls. No pain. Only the purity of shared existence.

  A final shudder ran through Maeriel, a soft, helpless cry falling from her lips as the mana overwhelmed her and then she colpsed against me, boneless and trembling, panting softly into my neck.

  I cradled her as best I could, still wrapped in the afterglow of what we had just shared, feeling the bond humming in my very bones.

  Neither of us spoke.

  There were no words big enough for what had just passed between us.

  Only the steady beat of two hearts two souls finally, completely, and irrevocably intertwined at st ready for the main event.

  "Hmm-hmm-hmm~~" Maeriel started humming as I had my first erection in years. My balls now completely swelled, filled-up spunk-orbs full of fresh mana rich seed begging to breed any fertile womb. Maeriel looked down in a haze of lust, throwing her hair back as she took in the size of my erect penis. Her mouth opened wide in amazement at my sizable length springing upwards and pointing towards her now drooling mouth. A slick trickle of pre-cum slid down the back of my cock, slightly glowing from the pure concentrated mana my balls produced.

  "You're…so…big." Maeriel said as she moved her face closer to admire my cock. "And…you're not even fully erect."

  She then surged forward and wrapped her plump full lips around the tip of my cock like an eager addict, her teeth retracting, her tongue splitting into two in one quick motion to better take and please the fuck stick before her. Before I could even realize what was happening she shoved her head down taking every st inch of my cock into her imposible tight throat.

  Her split tongue devoured every square inch of my cock as she began to drain mana directly from my source . I felt enraptured in bliss as mana modules in her throat began to vibrate in the sucking vacuum that was the Milfy High Elfs throat. She bobbed her head up and down, her hands massaging my shaft as she enticed it to grow ever bigger. Maeriel eagerly sucked the mana rich pre cum out of my shaft like the single-minded devotion of a zealot.

  She was devastating my dick with a throat-squishes as she stuffed her mouth full of the my dick, burying her face down to the base and grinded her lips against my hips, stretching out her lips to drench every inch of my shaft.

  In the back of my mind I remembered something I had read about the High Elves once. A fringe theory that the main reason their empire began to fall into decline was because they had bio-engineered themselves so much for better sex to such and extreme degree. That by the end they spent all their time fucking their sves instead of solving their society's dire problems. By the way Maeriel was in a state of total bliss sucking my fat cock, I could believe it.

  My cock radiated pleasure as I began to reach my limit. I was too long out of practice to st long under the assault of the world's best cocksucker.

  "I-I'm gonnaI-I'm gonna cum, Maerieeeel!" I cried out, trying to hold out from her ruthless assault.

  Her throat tightened in response, redoubled her efforts, increasing her already frantic pace even faster.

  Then it came that first bst of mana rich spunk fired like a hose deep down sluty elf's throat, a tidal wave of pure white jizz bsting deep into her guts. The cum-hungry Elf moaned like she had just had the finest meal in the world. Her bimbo shaped lips pursed into a slutty sucking form, spewing a cock full of cum down her throat with a single minded fervor.

  Maeriel hunger seemed endless that night as I continued to pour load after thick load of cum down her throat. Only when her stomach was protruded like a woman pregnant with sextuplets is when we finally stopped.

  As I recovered Maeriel sat serenely above me, her fingers weaving zily through my hair, petting me with the indulgent fondness one might offer a beloved pet. I was too drained to move, my body trembling faintly from the most intense blowjob of my life, my breathing shallow and uneven. Her cheeks were puffed out, full and round like a squirrel hoarding a winter's worth of treasure — except instead of acorns, she cradled my cum.

  A soft, musical hum vibrated in her throat as she swirled the energy rich cum inside her mouth, savoring it as if it were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. Her whole being radiated satisfaction and barely contained pleasure, a smile of pure, giddy delight stretching across her lips as she finally tilted her head back and swallowed the collected mana in one long, graceful motion.

  I blinked up at her groggily, still trying to process what was happening.

  And then, before my blurred vision, I saw it: a ripple, subtle at first, then all-consuming, cascading through her like a stone thrown into a still pond.

  Her soft golden hair, once shimmering with a halo of light, darkened strand by strand, bleeding into a deep, charcoal bck that seemed to devour the surrounding light. Her bright blue eyes, so often filled with warmth and mischief, began to glow from within — the hue deepening, darkening, until they bzed an ominous, vivid blood-red.

  "Maeriel?" I croaked, my voice hoarse with confusion and growing arm.

  She looked down at me with a cold, sharp gaze that froze my heart mid-beat. The hand that had once so tenderly caressed my hair now curled possessively around a lock of it, tugging just hard enough to sting. Her smile remained but it had changed, soured, sharpened into something crueler.

  "I'm not the Maeriel you know, child," she said, her voice losing its honeyed warmth, now stern and imperious. "Do not insult me by calling me mother, or any of the other foolish nicknames my weaker half prefers."

  I stared up at her, disoriented, still trying to make sense of the shifting tides before me. "What...?" I tried again, only to be silenced by the sudden, commanding sp of her palm over my mouth.

  "Quiet," she hissed, her hand firm, her nails sharp enough to hint at pain but stopping just short of drawing blood. "We have much to discuss, and precious little time before your mana runs dry. Listen, or you and everyone you've ever known will die horrible."

  Without ceremony, she pushed me from her p, and I tumbled to the floor with a grunt, too weak to do anything but catch myself awkwardly on trembling arms.

  It was then, as I lifted my gaze to meet hers fully, that the slow, creeping horror of recognition finally took root.

  This was no motherly guardian. No overprotective savior.

  Standing before me raven-haired, red-eyed, radiating pure, undiluted power and dominance — was the true Maeriel. The side whispered of in fearful tales and lost histories.

  Maeriel the Bloodsoaked.

  Maeriel, the Killer of Queens.

  Maeriel, the Destroyer of Legions.

  Maeriel, the Death of Dragons.

  The monstrous force who had once id waste to entire civilizations when they dared to cross her.

  I had heard the stories, the warnings, the myths so wild that even the bravest historians whispered them only in secret. But to see her standing there in the flesh, her true nature unveiled was something altogether different.

  It hit me then just how little I truly knew her.

  How foolishly, naively, I had thought the doting, mischievous Maeriel who had nursed me back from the brink was her whole truth. Every one knew you couldn't trust High Elves.

  She had only ever been the part of a greater whole.

  And now...

  Now I had glimpsed the weapon hidden beneath the silk.

  And I had no idea what she intended to do with me next.

  Codex

  Zodiac Poem Author Unknown.

  Queens drown in bck seas,

  Legions cw the ashen earth,

  Wings break on cold stones,

  The red one drinks from their bones,

  And silence crowns the ruins.