The day after Tina helped me build the bench, I decided to stretch my legs and explore the valley some. I couldn’t help but dwell on the words I had heard when I had first arrived in my new home. Find the truth, if I can. What did that mean? What truth?

I wandered past the village and followed the river downhill toward the glittering shore. As I drew closer to the sea, I could smell the salt on the breeze and hear the distant crash of waves. I found a bluff overlooking the shore, and sat down in the shade of a tree to watch the waves rolling in.

Like the rest of Bening, the shore was idyllic and beautiful. The water was clear, the sky blue, the scudding clouds puffy and white. After a while, I heard footsteps coming up behind me, and I looked over to see a woman climbing up the slope.

She had dark hair with a white streak running through on one side. Her skin was smooth and clear, but her eyes held a weight of age and experience that belied her apparent youth. And she had an amazing body. Hips with enough meat to grab onto, a slim waist, and a full bust that strained at the buttons keeping her cleavage hidden.

She smiled when she saw me looking at her, and lifted a hand to wave. “Hello. You must be Jack. I am Tamara.”

I waved back and gestured toward the ground next to me. “Good to meet you, Tamara. You want to sit down and watch the waves with me?”

Tamara frowned thoughtfully, then shrugged. “I don’t suppose it would hurt.” She settled down next to me, close enough that I could touch her if I stretched, and leaned her back against the tree. “So, how are you liking Bening?”

“I haven’t seen a more beautiful place,” I said truthfully. “And the people are kind and accommodating.”

Tamara’s full lips twisted as she smirked. She had golden, iridescent eyes that caught the sun and glittered. It wasn’t an entirely pleasant smile. “I’m sure. Found a few willing companions, did you?”

I grinned. “Well, I never had much trouble with that. I suppose Bening isn’t any different.”

“Different from what?” she pressed.

“Well… you know. Before. I don’t remember much, but I get impressions about things every now and then.”

She nodded. “Have you guessed why you’re here, yet?”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Nah. Not a clue.”

“Well, it isn’t to fuck the eligible girls in town. You should check out the library. You might find some hints.”

“A little late for that,” I grunted. “I’m banned.”

“That was fast,” Tamara laughed. There was something mean about her amusement, but I let it slide. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give you a hint. You should head to the east. There’s a ruined city along the shore that might give you answers.”

“I don’t suppose you want to show me the way?” I asked. Tamara was the first person I’d met who seemed to have an agenda. She intrigued me, sarcasm notwithstanding.

She pursed her lips. “I can show you the way, but you have to walk the path yourself.”

“Is that a yes?”

Tamara smiled at me with a predatory hook to her curled lips. “I think I like you, Jack. I will show you where to look.”

I got up and offered Tamara a hand to her feet. Her grip was warm, her fingers slender and strong. “So, what do you do around here, Tamara?”

“I make potions,” she said simply. “Healing, medicinal, other stuff.”

“Huh.” Up close, Tamara had a cinnamon scent to her that made my mouth water. I wanted to lick her all over until I found the source, then bury my face in it.

My scrutiny must have been visible, because Tamara reclaimed her hand and cleared her throat. “This way.”

I let her take the lead, watching her hips sway in her tight canvas pants. Her ass looked perfect, full and firm. Fucking teenagers and virgins was fun, but there was something about older women that made sex more enjoyable. They knew what they were doing, and weren’t shy about letting you know what they liked. I touched my pocket. I had a fold of cloth in there, with the rest of the moth powder inside. I didn’t need to dust Tamara, I decided. After yesterday’s activities, I could use a break.

We got down to the beach, and she fell back to walk at my side. “You aren’t the first human to come here,” she said.

“I gathered as much. Are you all elves here?”

She gave me the side-eye. “In Bening, yes. Or mostly. The blacksmith is an orc. You probably have seen her.”

I’d seen the profile of a large person working the forge in my trips through town, but hadn’t spoken to them. “She? If it’s who I think you’re talking about, she’s huge. A foot taller than I am, if anything.”

“Yes. Though she is small for her kind. A runt, if you will. The rest of her tribe are significantly larger, and the males largest of all.”

“Huh.” I couldn’t picture that in my head. “Are they dangerous?”

“Oh, yes. Ista, the smith, is a kind soul, but the rest of her kin are not. Avoid them, if you can.”

“Do they live around here?”

“Far to the east,” she waved vaguely in the direction we were heading. “They raid every few years, and drag off a couple townsfolk. There isn’t anything to be done about it, and we have learned to get on with our lives as best we can. The last human to visit us joined the orcs. We haven’t heard from him since.”

“Damn. That’s rough.” I could picture Kitana being dragged away by her hair by a hulking orc, helpless against his strength. “Why don’t you fight back?”

“We did, once. We once used the power of the flow to give our warriors strength. We’ve lost the secret of it, sadly. Every so often, one of our best ventures into the ruins to find the secret to the flow, but they never return. Now, we just accept the raids as our fate.”

I frowned. “The ruins where we’re heading?”

“The same. Don’t worry, you won’t be going so deep.”

The ground began to climb in front of us, and I started seeing the ruins of old masonry walls around us. Barnacles and seaweed clung to the base of the walls where the high tide mark was, and the rich scent of tidepools filled the air.

We climbed a flight of stairs, all but hidden beneath sand and seaweed, then up to an ancient courtyard. There were old stone buildings, and a maze of ruins beyond.

“Wow. This place is huge,” I said.

“Yes. The place you are looking for is straight ahead. Do not go farther east.”

“Why, what’s east?”

“The secret of the flow is that way. It is not the right time for that.”

I frowned. I didn’t want to get lost in here. “Why don’t you just tell me what I need to know?”

“That’s not the way of it,” she shook her head.

“But you know the answers?”

“Of course, but—”

“But you choose not to tell me.” I eyed her, feeling a growing sense of irritation. I didn’t have to wander through these fucking ruins. She could tell me right now, if she wanted to.

“Taking shortcuts is a dangerous way to go through life,” Tamara scolded me.

She kept talking, but I tuned her out. I didn’t need or want a lecture right now. My hand went into my pocket, and I felt the little fold of cloth. Time to get answers, shortcuts or not. She wasn’t telling me the answers because of her inhibitions. A little dust would take care of that.

“Hey, Tamara,” I said, and pulled the cloth out by a corner. She was leaning toward me, her mouth open, halfway through a rising tone that threatened to turn into a shout. I popped the cloth like a whip, and the remaining powder burst into her face, filling her mouth and getting into her eyes.

Tamara stumbled back, coughing, her hands pressed to her eyes. “What the fuck was that, Jack?” she yelled.

“Never raise your voice to me again,” I said harshly.

Tamara rubbed at her eyes and blinked the dusting of powder out of them. “What was that?” she repeated in a more normal tone of voice. The pupils in her golden eyes were slowly widening as the dust took hold.

“It doesn’t matter. You’ll answer any questions I have, without trying to hide secrets from me.”

“Fine,” she grumbled.

“Good. Now, what is in these ruins? What secret do I need to discover?”

“The history of mankind. There’s always one of your kind here. Whenever one dies or leaves, another appears. This world is… a halfway point. A place hovering between life and death.”

I raised my eyebrows. “No shit? What happens when we leave?”

“It depends on your condition in the mortal world. You wake from a coma. Or a deep sleep. Or recover in an asylum.”

I frowned. “So, you’re telling me I’m unconscious in the real world?”

Tamara folded her arms across her generous bust. “What is real? This place, this world, is just as real as your world. It’s just a different place. An in-between place.”

“And what about the flow?”

She shook her head, tossing her long hair. “I don’t know what the flow is. All I can tell you, is the humans who left us without dying used the flow to do it.”

“Well. That’s a lot to take in.” I eyed Tamara, wondering if any of that was actually true.

Tamara fidgeted and toyed with the top button on her collar. “It’s all true. I swear it.”

“You could have just told me, you know. Playing at mysteries is just annoying.”

“You wouldn’t have believed me,” she pointed out. “I’ve seen half a dozen of you humans come through here, and it's always the same. Anger, disbelief, blah, blah, blah.” She pulled at her shirt, flapping her collar to get airflow moving. “It’s hot, isn’t it?”

The way her arms were moving was setting her tits to bouncing and swinging. I couldn’t help but stare. “I don’t know, is it?”

“If we’re done here, why don’t we go down to the shore? A dip in the surf would feel good right now.”

My irritation at Tamara started to fade, and it was replaced with a growing lust. This middle-aged elf was a total fucking fox. Apparently, hiding secrets wasn’t the only inhibition that had been lowered.

“Maybe later. Tell me, Tamara. Did you ever have sex with any of the other humans?”

Her nipples stiffened under her shirt, and she shook her head. “Oh, no. Never.”

“Why not? Nobody ever made a move on you?”

She flushed. “Well, yes, but none ever interested me.”

My grin widened. “Do I interest you, Tamara?”

She licked her lips nervously. “I’ve never seen a human like you, Jack.”

“You didn’t answer the question. Always tell me the truth, Tamara.”

Tamara caught her lip in her teeth and looked up at me through her lashes. “I’m so fucking horny, I can barely think straight,” she whispered.

“That’s how you’ll always feel when you see me,” I nodded. “And the only way you’ll relieve the feeling is to get a mouthful of my cum.”

Her eyes widened with sudden realization. “Yes, I… wait! Dragon! You dusted me! That was moth dust!”

“Don’t worry about that,” I shook my head. “It’s already done. You don’t need to think about moth dust anymore.”

“Ohhhh fuck. Okay.”

“Good girl. Now, if you want to taste my cum, you’ll have to do something for me.”

She nodded, eager. “What do you wish?”

“Get those tits out.”

Tamara hurried to comply, moving so quickly she popped off a button or two. Then she pulled her shirt wide open and pushed her chest out for my inspection. Her tits were huge on her slender frame, D size at least. Maybe when she was young, they had sat perky on her chest, but they sagged some now. I cupped a heavy handful of her tit and found the thick nipple with my fingers.

She moaned and her knees went weak as I squeezed. “You know what these fat tits need?” I twisted her nipple and Tamara’s mouth fell open as she gasped. “A nice piercing. Sometime tomorrow, go ask the blacksmith to fit you with nipple rings.”

“Oh, Dragon. Yes. Piercings. I thought of that, but… they seemed so slutty.”

“They would suit you. Get those pants down, now.”

She hooked her thumbs into her waistband and worked her hips back and forth until she could slide them down to her knees. “Can I suck your cock, now?” she pleaded.

“Not yet. Turn around and bend over. Show me your ass.”

Tamara complied, wobbling a little as she tried to keep her balance. I wet my thumb in my mouth, and pushed it into her cunt. She was tight, but her tunnel was slick with her arousal, and I slipped my thumb all the way in to the base.

She whimpered and moaned as I worked my thumb in her. “Oh, that’s thick! And so deep!”

I grinned and fumbled my cock out of my pants. She had no idea what was coming. I was already rock hard and throbbing, and I pushed myself against her wet slit. Tamara sucked in air as she felt the head of my dick wedge into her.

“Oh! What is that?”

“My dick,” I grunted. I grabbed onto her generous hips and pulled her back into me. She was so tight, I wasn’t sure I could fit. My dick started to bend, then suddenly I popped through her opening and sank four inches into Tamara’s snug cunt.

The breath whooshed out of Tamara and she gave a strangled grunt of pain. I’d gone slow with Kitana and given her a chance to get used to the size of my dick, but Tamara was a grown woman. She could take it. I felt the head of my dick bump into her cervix, and I reached forward to grab a fistful of her wavy black hair.

“Oh, Dragon,” she cried.

“You and your dragons,” I grunted. I slammed forward, pushing the rest of my dick into her, and she let out a scream. I felt the hard pressure of her cervix batter against the head of my dick as I cycled my hips back and started fucking her.

Tamara’s heavy tits swung as I pounded into her, and she looked back at me, her mouth open and her eyes wide. “Oh, your dick is too big!”

I let go of her hip and grabbed one of her swinging tits. Her fat nipple was stiff between my fingers as I twisted it. “You want my cum, right? Arch your back and take the fucking like you deserve.”

Tamara did her best to comply. She cried out with every thrust and occasionally screamed when my dick hit a particularly deep thrust. Her back arched, and she did her best to push her hips back against me. Gradually, the almost painful tightness of her cunt adapted to the shafting it was getting, and her grunts of anguish turned to moans of pleasure.

I gave one of her full ass cheeks a slap and she jolted, almost losing her balance. Her wail of pleasure made my balls tingle, and I started raining blows down on her ass, beating her soft flesh until it was flushed and sensitive. Tamara froze and her cunt clenched on me. Her breath caught as she struggled with a building orgasm.

“Keep fucking me,” I grunted. “If you can’t make me cum, this dick is going in your ass next.”

Desperately, Tamara humped back against me, yelping as my dick hit deep in her, and my slaps punished her ass every time she bottomed out. I felt a tremor run through her, and she clenched her teeth shut. I felt a flood of moisture come out of her cunt and splash against my balls. It seemed she enjoyed the rough treatment. It wasn’t until I added a bit of pain to the fucking that she really started getting into it.

I dragged her upright by her hair and found her slender throat with my other hand. Her pulse beat wildly against my fingers as I tightened my grip. Her eyes rolled to look up at me in a panic as I cut off her air supply and she made a keening sound in her throat.

I untangled my fist from her hair and reached around to slap one of her hanging tits. It bounced and her eyes jolted wide.

“I’m almost there, Tamara. Keep it up!”

Tamara flexed her hips, driving herself down on my pole. I started slapping her tits with every thrust, staring into her eyes as they grew frantic. Her small hands clutched at my wrist and pried at my fingers around her throat, but I was far stronger than she was.

I watched as her eyes started to lose focus, then I relaxed my hand just enough for her to draw in a breath, and then I tightened my grip again. The rush of fresh air gave her new energy, and she humped against me wildly, desperate to get me off before she ran out of oxygen again.

I grabbed one of her nipples and pulled it away from her chest. Every push of her hips made her tit stretch out and she gave a muffled scream. I was about to cum. I held back, keeping my grip on Tamara’s neck until her movements became uncoordinated and her eyes started to roll.

“Okay, slut, on your knees!” I let her go and she fell forward, sobbing after breath.

Immediately, Tamara scrambled around and grabbed for my cock. I let her jerk me as she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. I groaned and came, filling her mouth with shot after shot of thick cum.

Tamara let it pool in her mouth, holding it until I finished. Then she pulled back and showed me the mouthful of cream before swallowing it all down. She slumped against my legs, panting through a raw throat as she slowly recovered.

I tugged my pants up and then squatted down next to her. I reached down and grabbed one of her heavy tits. Tamara looked up at me, her eyes wide, and gave me a sated smile.

“That’s what you get for trying to keep secrets,” I told her.

“I’m sorry,” she moaned.

“Good. Don’t let it happen again, or things will be worse for you.”

She nodded and climbed gingerly to her feet. With some effort, she managed to get her pants back up around her full hips, wincing as her bruised flesh protested. When she went to close her shirt, I knocked her hands away.

“Keep those tits out. You should be happy to get my attention.”

She bowed her head. “Sorry, Jack.”

“Master Jack,” I corrected her.

Tamara flashed me a look full of lust. “Master Jack,” she whispered.

I played with her heavy tits for a minute, enjoying the weight and firm softness. “When’s the last time you got fucked?” I asked her. “You were as tight as a virgin.”

“My wife and I make love frequently,” she whimpered. “But we mostly just use our mouths and fingers.”

Wife! This slut was a lesbian? I grinned. “I understand now. You’ll have to introduce me sometime.”

Tamara closed her eyes and her breath hitched as I found her nipple with my fingers. “Oh, Master Jack. I suppose I could share. But your cock is too big for her!”

“If you want to prepare her properly, ask Tina to make you a copy of my dick. She’ll know what I mean.” I gave her tit a final squeeze and slap. “Don’t forget to get these pierced. Thanks for showing me the ruins, Tamara. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around soon.”

I left her standing there, her head bowed and tits hanging free, and started the hike back up to town. I was in a good mood. The mystery of why I was in this strange land had been answered, at least partially. Better than that, though, I had something to work toward. Find out about the flow. Maybe use it to fight the orcs, or just escape back home again.

I grinned. Or maybe stay here forever. These elves were great fun.