Iskra tapped her fingers repeatedly against the top of her desk as she read through an assortment of passages from Mystical Equines Vol. I, a book that could easily be found throughout the Dark Elven kingdom of Dar'Nari. Within its pages, the book discusses the various theories and minute details involving the mystical fey creature’s known commonly throughout the world as Unicorns. Despite its reported commonality however, the book was a rarity for the pregnant teenager as she had always dreamed of being one of the very few maidens who had found themselves in the companionship of such mystical beasts when she was a little bit younger than she was now.

The young girl smiled to herself as thoughts of her husband’s stubborn mount circled around the back of her mind. Unless her husband was already atop of his fey borne steed, the mythical equine beast bore an absolute absurdity in its refusal in allowing the pregnant teenager to ride upon its back. No one could understand why the beast acts the way it does, and the young girl now refused to be near the nasty creature unless she was in the presence of her husband.

Leaning back into her chair with a defeated sigh, Iskra gently placed the book down in front of her and, looked around the top of her dark pine desk. The bulky piece of furniture was simply littered with various letters, treatises, project proposals, and similar things that were a standard sight when it came to running a decimated encampment.

In one corner of her desk stood a stack of documents that spoke on various proposals meant to resolve or alleviate several of the immediate issues that resided within Ruined Home. A number of these topics spoke on the matter of introducing a joint construction effort to build an adequately sufficient water filtration plant. Such a project would be overseen by both of the demon-worshipping dwarves under the command of Zharatan and the dark elven engineers that were stationed in the battered encampment under the explicit orders of her father-in-law, the dark elven Witch-King. Other topics revolved around plans to introduce various fish stocks into the nearby lake, but Iskra found herself to be more concerned about building up Ruined Home's infrastructure and less so about finding another source of food for those that lived within the rebuilt walls of the encampment.

While she recognized the importance of having a plentiful amount of food stocked in the newly built warehouses, Iskra would rather not have to think about the possibility of bathing in water that had become tainted by the corpses of dead goblins.

In another portion of her desk were various letters, books, and studies about various academic topics. Some discussed the lives of a multitude of Fey-Blessed individuals, and although she had initially hoped to learn something of import from individuals that were vaguely similar to her husband, Iskra had quickly learned to roll her eyes and discard the ones that rambled on the topic of elven superiority and other nonsensical issues that revolved around the schemes and plots of the Unseen Fey Courts.

The only thing that Iskra had found to be of any interest to her was the knowledge that she was able to glean about her husband's namesake, Aurelius Aurocul Sumuregem. Yet even then, the life of the elven God-King had sounded so ridiculous to the point where she felt that it was nothing more than a mythical retelling of an actual living figure during an ancient era where the elven people were nothing more than cave-dwelling savages.

There were also plenty of letters of introduction from various arcanists who wished to study the young couple’s black-maned unicorn or Herald of Ruination as all similar creatures of the fey were called within the elvish tongue. For most of these letters, Iskra had had them burned as she found their blatant disregard for etiquette to be entirely off-putting and socially vulgar. Despite clearing the vast majority of such letters, the young girl had decided to keep in contact with the rare few who were humble enough in their approach and offered their services as a means to pay for their selfish request.

As Iskra's thoughts returned towards the mystical creature in question, there came a soft rasp at the door before a lustful voice called out.

"Iskra dear," Sung the familiar voice of Aemilia, who allowed herself to enter the young girl's study without waiting for a reply. "You have no idea how bored I was without having you at my side."

Iskra remained quiet as she rolled her eyes at the woman's words, taking extra care to make a mental note regarding the fact that, once again, the fleshy elven woman had been in a near-complete state of undress. The plump elven woman, who relished in the stares that were born out of her constant state of nudity, made her way towards one of the many sofas that populated the young girl’s office. The only articles of clothing that had saved the plump woman from complete nudity was a long, dark purple sash of silk that covered the top of her amply sized breasts as well as a thick towel that blocked the sight of her fleshy bottom.

With a look of horror plastered across her youthful features, Iskra watched with a quiet rage as the white-haired elven slave trader laid the entirety of her body across the closest sofa. The pungent aroma of countless hours of decadent sex and various other smells that were unknown to the young girl's senses assaulted the raven-haired teenager as she made another note to herself to have that particular piece of furniture burned at a later point in time.

"Oh, isn't that cute." Aemilia cooed as she pulled out a pipe that had been hidden somewhere within her cleavage. The elven woman’s vacant eyes gazed upon the book that the young girl had placed down not too long ago with a strange look, yet the human girl was unable to describe in words as to what their gaze had meant to her. Iskra just knew that she had quickly learned to despise the woman in front of her with a deep and passionate sense of hatred. "Despite being knocked up at the age of fourteen, you're still a little girl at heart, hmm?"

Iskra smiled to the elven woman with a diplomatic flare as she silently wondered if the vulgar woman before her had been pleased with her choice in words. The hideous woman directed a knowing smile towards the young girl just before she took a long puff of smoke out of her pipe as she watched the raven-haired teenager do her best in controlling her emotions. Despite the callous words that she usually received from the chubby woman, Iskra never dared to breach the various subjects that concerned the elven woman's attitude.

She didn't need to, however, as the young girl had something far more appropriately planned in order to punish the woman that dared to constantly draw her ire.

"What are you smiling about, hmm?" Aemilia moaned as she stretched out her body across the expertly crafted sofa, allowing her body to sink into its cushions. "Is it your husband? Or perhaps it has something to do with my teachings."

"You can say that it's both, actually. I'm mainly thinking back on how intense of an instructor you were." Iskra replied to the elven woman's inquiry with an equally lustful tone, forcing the two of them to laugh in unison, but for reasons that were of their own.

It had been several months since the two women had been reluctantly introduced to one another by Velicion, who had once been a close friend of the constantly nude elven woman, and nearly two-and-a-half months since Aemilia had returned to Ruined Home at the explicit request of Iskra herself.

Hmm, yes." Aemilia let out with another puff of smoke. "While it took a bit of effort in convincing that stallion of yours, we were able to ensure that your fears would never dare to materialize."

Those fears that the vacant-eyed pedophile referred to were none other than the idea that the girl's husband would one day prove to be unfaithful and move on to other women. Such thoughts had been planted into the back of her mind by the very woman that now pleasured herself in front of the pregnant teenager. Yet, despite her initial misgivings about the illusion that Aurelius would one day grow bored of his wife's severe lack of sexual knowledge had eaten its way through the raven-haired girl’s mind. It had finally proven itself to be too much to bear when her fears of attempting new things had reached a breaking point and her body remained as stiff as a board.

Despite coming attached with a blackened reputation that involved the seduction of her very own father, as well as the subsequent banishment from her family because of it, Iskra had deemed the elven slave trader to be of some benefit to her. In her eyes, she had viewed the snow-white haired woman to be someone who was intimately prepared to teach the pair of inexperienced teenagers about the depraved nature of all things sexual in origin and intent. Such reasoning had been born in thanks due to the fact that the woman in question was renowned throughout the elven world for the training of young boy-servants who were infamous for their ability to provide earth-shattering sexual pleasure to their owners, as the woman had claimed and Iskra had quickly and brutally learned throughout the past few months.

Now such fears were nothing more than distant memories that had been cast out into the void and discarded like the trash that they rightfully were.

"Speaking of that stallion of yours," Aemilia moaned as one of her hands eagerly rubbed itself along the length of her plump thighs, caressing their flesh as the topic of the blonde-haired prince came to light. "You've said that you wished to discuss something with me about that stud."

"I did," Iskra spoke between clenched teeth as she silently fumed over the elven woman's choice of description towards her knightly husband. In all of the time that the woman had spent within Ruined Home, she had always referred to Aurelius as some manner of foul beast. Most likely finding it to be a great sense of pleasure in bestowing the loathful titles upon the young prince. Because of this fact, Iskra had never once allowed for the hideous woman to lay her hands upon her husband, making it explicitly clear that Aurelius was to be off-limits during her time as their instructor, and only allowing such a rule to be revisited upon the completion of Aemilia's task.

It had now been nearly two weeks since the human teenager had learned from the drug-craving pedophile that there was nothing more to learn from her, and ever since then, Iskra hadn't dared to call upon her services as an instructor.

"Simply put," Iskra continued as she fought desperately to ignore where the elven woman's hand had now found itself. The human teenager allowed her disgust to visibly show itself upon her face as she looked away. "Your services are no longer required and that it's now time we revisit the rule concerning my husband."

Aemilia smiled at the deep contempt that the young girl held for her as the elven woman continued to move her hand around her body, continuously groping and fondling whichever fleshy bits of her body was the closest to her fingers.

The two women were woefully aware of the fact that neither of them held any feelings of closeness to one another and that they were only around each other for one particular reason or another.

While to Iskra, it was a simple matter of greatly improving her sexual prowess to a greater degree in order to continuously satiate her husband's ever-growing physical needs. Or that was what she had convinced herself at the very least, as the young couple’s sex life was now beginning to take over nearly a quarter of their day. A topic that would one day needed to be readdressed.

For the elven woman however, it was something else entirely.

It was well known through the various elven social circles that Aemilia wished to regain the good graces of her mother, the sole head of her family, and to accomplish such a task; the boy-craving woman held a firm belief in the idea that in order to accomplish such a task, she needed to finally bring an end to her family's long sought after quest. A quest that spoke of her estranged family's infamous desire to have one of their daughters bear children from the penultimate elven lineage that was the Dreadblade royal family. Something that became a distinct possibility with Iskra now involved in the picture.

“But having said that,” Iskra continued before her counterpart had a chance to speak up and voice her opinions on the matter. “I require that my Handsome Knight go out on a short quest of mine that requires him to be away for a brief amount of time. A fruitful matter has made itself known to me in such a way that I would be a witless fool to not take advantage of it."

Aemilia let out an amused chuckle at the young girl’s insistence at calling her husband a ‘knight,’ but she would find an even greater source of amusement for what she was about to say next. “Even though the boy has such peculiar needs, you wish to let him suffer by himself? To allow him to wallow in his misery? At having no target for his unquenchable urges? If such a stallion were to go even a day without-“

“Aurelius has assured me that he can contain himself for a brief respite.” A furious Iskra interrupted as she narrowly avoided at having her fists crash down onto the top of her desk. The comparison between her husband and a mere animal had been a great source of contempt for the young girl ever since she had first heard of it come from the pedophile's lips.

“Then I must take your word for its full meaning, then.” A flushed Aemilia let out with a pleased gasp, as she brought up the glistening flesh of her hand before playfully lapping her tongue across its pudgy digits before continuing to play with her body.

Iskra was nearly at her limits with the woman for the day and was getting ready to curse out the woman for her lack of decorum when a sudden, violent knock at the door sent both of the women jumping out of their seats.

“Girl,” Boomed Argonok’s echoing voice as he strode into the room without caring to wait for his mistress to allow him entry. “That guest of yours has arrived. Where do you want to meet them?”

“By the gods above,” Gasped Aemilia as she moved to stand out of her seat, pushing herself off of the now-stained sofa while the Fire Guard waited impatiently for his mistress’s orders. “I’ll be seeing myself out now. Do be a dear and let me know when your husband comes back, yes?”

“Have them come here with the documents in hand,” Iskra stated as she bade the elven woman farewell with a curt wave of her hand. The young girl waited for a good long while after the elven woman had left the premises before speaking any further. “And Argonok,” The pregnant teenager called out to the metallic dwarf who stepped further inside his mistress’s office. It took only a few bounding steps for the stout Fire Guard to stand at the girl’s side, well aware of what she wished to say next. “Make sure that bitch remains unaware of their contents.”