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  The Great Forest: Laya

  Dark Sculptor Novel 04

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2018. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Epilogue

  Afterword:

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  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The mid-morning sun was bright in the sky, and the light sun shower fell around us onto the muddy road. The woods on the sides of the road were growing thicker again, we were just past Dulcier and on the way home. It’d been seven days since I bonded with Sianna and claimed a fourth mate, six of those on the road.

  There was a lot to do when we got back in four days including today. Finish our home, build an academy of sorts, and prepare for an influx of visitors. Karana and I had discussed it, and we decided to build just one for both flesh sculptors and mages. After the initial large influx, most mages and sculptors of the future would be going back to a master and apprentice model. Though, far quicker for me than for her. Thanks to Saria, we even had a place picked out for it, another even larger glade than the one that held our manor, that she’d considered too big for our home.

  Regina said, “This is weird, but nice.”

  I smirked and looked up. It did look weird, as my spell parted the rain around our two horses. Especially during a sun shower, where the drops glistened in the light. It looked like it was going to clear up soon.

  “You’re welcome.”

  I looked back down and to the side at my redheaded mate, and her hair glowed like fire in the sun. Her devoted loving green eyes twinkled at me and I felt a surge of love in my heart. I’d never tire of how she looked at me. Her face was heart shaped, a beauty with a natural innocence with the exception of her full pouty lips which gave her a hint of seduction in that beauty. Her body was pure sin, and she smiled wider as my eyes momentarily locked on her bountiful swaying breasts which matched the rhythm of her horse’s gait, before they returned to her eyes.

  Regina nodded forward and said lightly, “Sianna seems to be fitting in better.”

  That was true enough, I’d spent the last six days chatting with her in the afternoons to get to know her better, but she spent the mornings with Saria and Karana learning the basics of mage craft. The three of them were rather close together about thirty feet ahead, with their heads close together. Or as close together as possible while riding horses. I was sure Karana and Saria picked up Regina’s comment, but Sianna’s human ears wouldn’t have.

  Sianna was a princess, fourth in line to the throne of Gritor which was currently held by her mother, Queen Sera, who ruled every human on this continent. Sianna had long flowing honey brown hair that glinted in the sunlight, and beautiful sea foam gray eyes that were extremely intelligent. Her face was pure innocence, a delicate beauty with soft cheekbones, a button nose, and sweet lips. She had the body of a model in perfect proportions. It would perhaps be true to call her body average, in a perfect kind of way. Generous breasts, and the valley of her waist made a perfect hourglass shape as it flared back out at her hips. All my mates brought out my protective instincts, but with her youthful age of nineteen, and her naturally innocent face mixed with still having the signs of the blush of youth there, she did so the most.

  I’d also discovered during our bonding that she had the most ambition of all of us, which was tied to a resentment in her past she hadn’t shared yet. We were growing closer, if I was honest with myself after all the time together the last six days on the road, I was already falling for her. The relative quiet, lack of interruptions, and all the time we spent together tended to do that. It was even a pattern now, I’d fallen for all my mates on the road, with the exception of Karana perhaps. Even in the latter case, we’d finished that on the road to Malburn, and it’s when I finally admitted to myself how I felt about her.

  I said softly, “I think so too, I like her a lot.

  Regina smirked, but didn’t say why.

  Back to my point, her ambition seemed to be for laudable goals which she’d shared and weren’t completely formed, and I didn’t fear it, nor did I worry about the resentment I’d seen which she took out on none of us. It was a private pain I hoped she’d share at some point, for herself, not for me.

  On the other side of Karana rode Saria. I loved my petite light elven sex pot. She was the shortest of my mates at five foot four. Her body was athletic, curvy, and perfect for her size. She had the sexiest little bubbled ass I’d ever seen, and a tiny waist below her perky and perfectly rounded B cups. Her elven face had an exotic beauty, with her vibrant dark blue eyes, sculpted and pointed ears, and thinner than human face. Her hair also made her stand out, white blonde with a sheen of silver. Hers was a beauty I was well accustomed to now, not alien to me anymore, but would always be exotic. Her lips were bowed, with the bottom one being only slightly plumper, and her face had a slightly impish cast to it, even if she was the most serious of my mates. At least, in public where she constrained her instincts and emotions tightly.

  Saria looked delicate because of her size, but in truth she was far stronger than I was, and hardier than any human. Elves carried their instincts closer to the surface than humans and were more predatory. Her predatory grace was very attractive to me on a primitive level, and it was why they controlled their instincts so assiduously.

  Karana rode in the center as she taught them both. Dark elves, unlike their lighter cousins, chose to constantly channel and release those wilder instincts by holding nothing back, instead of suppressing them, so they wouldn’t build to a violent explosion of actions. Her walk and actions were as predatory as Saria’s, but at the same time they were also seductively so. My Karana dripped sensuousness in her every action, and her sultry voice was a match. The only time she wasn’t seductive was when casting her magic, which required iron control and concentration. She was flirty, and fun.

  Dark elves had silky ebony skin, and mine was no different. Her eyes were a startling dark red color with a hint of brown, and like Saria her beauty was exotic. The same kind of thinner face, elven pointed ears, and long hair with a sheen of silver to give it an alien beauty, but her hair was black, not white blonde. She was taller than Saria giving her body a more lissome look, though her breasts were closer to C cups and a little too large for her frame, I couldn’t imagine her any other way. She was sexy beyond belief, and we flirted often, even now as mates.

  Besides my mates, we
had twenty elves making up two scout teams on either side of us. They were spread out and pacing us off the road, and usually invisible, especially now that the thickness of the woods and forested areas were growing denser. They were more there to protect the whole reason we’d even gone to Malburn, the sixteen elven females on horses behind me and Regina.

  They’d all seen horrible abuse at the hands of the late and unlamented King Hanson. That was… putting it mildly. It was worse than just rape, because their bodies had constantly betrayed their minds and overrode their morals, not just in the heat of the moment but constantly. Enough said about that, I didn’t like to think about it. They were all young, and beautiful, but I wasn’t in the least tempted to look because of that abuse, they feared men, and probably would for a long time to come. It was in fact, why they were riding in the rear, that way they could keep an eye on all the men as well as have no scouts behind them. The scouts closest to their flanks were female as well.

  They were skittish at best, and I avoided them for their own peace of mind. I knew later this afternoon Karana and Saria would visit with them, while I got to know my new young wife some more. They had a long road ahead, but life was hope, and they had many centuries of it left.

  Regina said, “When we get back I’m going to see Tam.”

  Tam was one of the councilors, at least he was if they hadn’t found replacements yet. Tam, Jaren, and Saria were all interim councilors until new ones could be found. Karana had been one as well, but she’d stepped down when the war was over and her people left. She also had no interest in continuing with it now. Not that Saria really did either, but she’d given an oath and will have to serve until they find replacements to take their place in this new peaceful kingdom.

  I nodded, “I’d be happy to go too. We’ll all be back in the keep, at least until the house is finished. It’ll be another couple of weeks before everything is ready right?”

  We’d had a month and a week left when we left Eastguard, but by the time we got back to the city it would be over three weeks since then. Twenty days of travel, and five days at the capitol.

  She replied, “Yes, we should be ready to move in then. I already had my eye on a young couple for servants, but we’re going to need more to maintain a college, and Tam knows everyone in and around Eastguard who needs work.”

  Yeah, we’d only need two for the manor, a cook and someone to take care of the garden, shopping, and horses. The place will be mostly automated for cleaning, heating water, fireplaces, and the like. Regina’s ambition and place in our family was taking care of that stuff, and me. Which meant assisting me with the college, patients, students, as well as running our estate. That included running the servants.

  We’d need even more at the college, because I had no intentions of automating that building, though the pupils would be in charge of cleaning their own rooms and spaces, we’d need people to stock firewood, cook, watch the stable there, and other things that made a place run. There will be two libraries, one for the mages and one for the flesh sculptors, classrooms, student rooms, offices, and a dining room and kitchen. There’d also be magical practice rooms warded heavily to prevent magical damage to the whole place.

  Karana told me she was working on an earth spell to build it. Apparently, a mage can build a building three times bigger than our manor is in just a day, that had taken several elves with the earth ability a week to build. Of course, she hadn’t been one of my mates yet when we’d built the manor, nor had Saria been a mage at the time, so it hadn’t been an option back then.

  Our school had been the nightly topic the last six days around the campfire while eating.

  “So… isn’t this all kind of overwhelming, it’s a lot of work.”

  Regina snorted, “Nice try, we’re not closing the gates yet.”

  I sighed. Not that I minded all the sex, or having to sate four mates daily, not to mention a water nymph. It wasn’t even as hard as all that, a lot of the sating happened between them in Sapphic displays that never failed to get me going. As long as they got my cock one round a day they seemed satisfied with me. While on the road it was impossible to find private intimate time for that with all of them each day, I got at least time with one of them each night before the other’s joined. Still, I did get private time talking to all of them throughout the day, which is just as important if not more so.

  My concern stemmed to when we were back home, being on the road both gave me all the time in the world with my mates, but we were also on horses for most of it. Back home I could possibly arrange a private moment with all of them, for more secluded intimate encounters before we were all in bed together at night. But… four was already pushing that. My libido was strong, and Regina’s magic helped, but four quickies throughout the day followed by group sex at night? That was… ambitious.

  What drove that for me though was my fiancé walking out on me about two months ago now. I didn’t want to risk losing my mates because of neglect out of taking them for granted. Yes, there was no divorce on this world, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t resent me, or even close down and cut me out of their lives. Maintaining four relationships while healing the sick and teaching would be extremely difficult already, how the hell would I handle five or more. Yet, Regina didn’t look at all bothered by it, and my mates all scoffed when I brought out this argument.

  I’d have been happy with just one of them, though I’d be loath to give any of them up now, even if I could. I loved them, all of them, including Sianna after the last week together on the road. They were all insatiable to a certain extent as well, it wasn’t that I was obsessed with sex and needing to fuck all of them every single day, but it was my duty as a husband to take care of their needs that way and they all had them. They couldn’t look elsewhere for it without betraying our family, and it wasn’t done here, but I wanted to keep them happy and fulfilled. I didn’t even want them wishing they could, or feeling unfulfilled in that way. Ever.

  They handled being joyful and complete on their own of course, life was complicated and needed to be balanced for them between family, husband, children, work, and play, but our marriage and sex life was one aspect of that, and without it their lives wouldn’t be in balance.

  “So… what do you suggest then? Things are getting unmanageable for me. It’s more than just about duties, I love you all, and if I didn’t get to see you all every day I’d miss you. I’d also feel like I wasn’t doing my part in things.”

  Regina smirked, “Not me, I’ll always be with you unless you need a private tryst during the day.”

  I scowled, “Don’t make me spank you.”

  Regina bit her lip, half sultrily and half in amusement, and gave me look that quite clearly told me that wouldn’t be a punishment. She also knew me well enough to know I was bluffing, I’d never raise a hand to my wives for any reason, except when they wanted it of course, they all liked a spank or two during sex, though at varying force. At the same time, she relented.

  “Honestly my love? You’re pretty obsessed with that concept, to the point where it’s out of balance the other way. We all love you, and we’ll always be available to you, happily so. But as long as you spend time with all of us as a family each day, we don’t need intimate assignations of two with you every single day. We like it, but we don’t need it. I understand about… Cynthia, and why you feel that way, but you’ve gone all the way to the other end of the scale. Private time two or three times a week for an hour or two is plenty to maintain a close intimacy, my love. Otherwise, a few words or gestures, a tender kiss or two a day, and family time at night when we all seek our bed is plenty enough to keep our love and attention firmly where it belongs.

  “That said, I admit four isn’t a small number, but more won’t be a problem if you relax a little and let us handle the schedule for that, and as long as you never turn us away, we’ll get the attention we need. I’m not looking for more mates for you any more actively than you are, but if another opportunity like Sianna c
omes along none of us will say no. We have our own relationships together to maintain as well, as sister wives, and it’s all good.”

  I sighed, “Alright, you ladies are pretty much already handling the schedule, but I’m in charge of spontaneous encounters so to speak, and I was taking that too far I guess? I can relax a bit, but tell me, what are you thinking of as the limit?”

  She grinned teasingly, “I don’t think I should say, don’t want to scare you.”

  I snorted, “Regina.”

  She winked. She was usually only this playful when she wanted to incite me to take her, otherwise she was sweet and devoted almost all the time. I gave serious thought to dragging her into the woods for a lunch quickie when we stopped, which was probably her plan in the first place.

  “Two, maybe three more, four on the outside? But that may not even come up, not for a long time. That’s just three every other day or so, which as I just told you, is quite possible. Especially once you train the initial group of new flesh sculptors. After that you might have the occasional apprentice, one of them, heal for an hour a day, and work on your magical studies for spells. That will leave a lot of free time in the day, more than enough for three or four of us to have some private intimate time with you.”

  “Alright Regina, I see your point.”

  That sounded almost reasonable, which was disturbing, when did having six or seven life mates become reasonable? Of course, I had four now, and I did relax a little as I thought it through. I would never take them for granted, but perhaps she was right about me being obsessed with daily time with each of them. I had gone from one extreme to another. It was working so far, not least because we were all in the honeymoon phase, but if I wasn’t careful they might even have the opposite problem and start to feel smothered by my attentions.

  As long as I never forgot they were the center of my life, and I didn’t ignore their advice, it should work out. Life was a balance, my ambitions to heal, teach, and raise a family were equally important for a healthy life, but my mates and future children were the most important.