Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 10: A new job
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 10: A new job - For fifty years since the capture and transportation of their forebears to Thurn, the women of a race the Thurnians call Elves have been at the mercy of the citizens of Thurn. Although talented in metal and leather work, it is the Elves beauty and sexual allure to Thurnian men which is in most demand. Wealthy men are now creating private harems of Elf Maidens while government officials wrestle with the problem of the ever-increasing population of Elves in Thurn.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Post Apocalypse Sharing Light Bond Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting
My extensive research and recommendations on improving the life of Elf Maidens and their offspring attracts some tentative support from the Emperor. However, like many wealthy and powerful Thurnian men, he and his advisers soon succumb to their own personal interests. The radical changes I proposed in my report soon get watered-down by the Chief Procurator and his allies. Eventually they are virtually meaningless tokens disguised as progress. I’m frustrated that months of my work is distorted and manipulated, and that my report is likely to be consigned to some dusty archive.
As the daughter of the Emperor, Cassandra is less constrained in voicing her opinion about the dismissal of my report’s main recommendations. However, her father won’t be swayed. With so many powerful men relying on the cheap labour that elves are forced to provide, there’s no appetite to make more than cosmetic changes to the law. The Chief Procurator is ecstatic at my name being added to the list of men who have attempted and failed to solve the so-called Elf Maiden problem.
As an added symbol of his victory, the Chief Procurator persuades the Emperor to ‘reward’ me by appointing me as the Thurnian trade envoy to the newly discovered elven forest community at Hapori Ngahere and any other elven communities that might exist. Despite my job’s grand title, the role is a meaningless position. The elven community I discovered is more than capable of trading with local Thurnian settlements without the need for an official trade envoy. Unfortunately, the appointment carries the Emperor’s seal, so I cannot refuse.
“When do we leave?” asks Cassandra.
“In a few days. I will understand if you wish to remain here, near your father,” I reply.
“Nonsense. I’m your wife. We go together. I think our two Elf Maidens intend to come with us.”
The contracts I have signed with Defina35 and Defina36 don’t require them to follow me to the far reaches of Thurn and beyond, but I will be glad of their company. Not simply because they are good company and excellent sex partners, but their knowledge and skills will be useful in establishing trust with any remote elven communities we encounter.
The Chief Procurator is his usual vague self when it comes to telling me what is expected from a trade envoy to the elven communities. While he doesn’t openly admit that he has created my new role simply to keep me out of the way, he doesn’t say or do anything to dispel that impression. The elven community I met in the southern wilderness don’t regard themselves as part of Thurn. Even Isbjerg and the Thurnian settlements east of the Reakie River are only nominally part of Thurn. Isbjerg fiercely defends its quasi-independence. Nobody there is going to welcome an imperial official of any description being based in their city. My previous trip to Isbjerg was received with surly tolerance and begrudging assistance from city officials. Fortunately my experience in dealing with the Chief Procurator has given me skills at circumventing the obstructions unwilling officials are likely to throw in my way.
“We should establish contact with the elven community at Hapori Ngahere before deciding on which Thurnian town or city to use as a base,” suggests Cassandra when I pose the problem of where to go first.
Her suggestion is the opposite of what the Chief Procurator had in mind. The Chief Procurator suggested making contact with various Thurnian merchants to see what products they need, or can sell to the elven communities. That, of course, assumes the merchants are willing to trade with elves; which is far from certain. Not only is there racial bigotry to overcome, but transporting goods through dense forests inhabited by dangerous animals would make all but the bravest merchant prefer to trade elsewhere.
I value Cassandra’s opinion far more than that of the backstabbing Chief Procurator. We therefore make plans to travel directly to Hapori Ngahere which I visited during my earlier travels. With winter only a couple of months away, we can’t afford to delay or we may end up spending the entire winter snowbound in a remote elven village. The shortest route would be to travel south along the highway between Thur and the town of Stormguard. The highway follows the fertile valley that provides western Thurn with most of its food and minerals. But the highway ends at Stormguard. Only farm tracks and forest trails extend beyond it. Even they end after a short distance. Without an elven guide we could never find our way through the wilderness to Hapori Ngahere. During my visit a few months ago, the citizens of Stormguard made it clear they want nothing to do with elves. Consequently, waiting for an elven trader to arrive in Stormguard would be a waste of time.
The alternative route to the Hapori Ngahere requires us to take a longer, more northerly journey, initially going east, parallel to the coast. Unfortunately, rugged hills and fast-flowing rivers are obstacles that force lengthy detours, making an overland journey frustratingly slow. However, that route will take us to the northern edge of the wilderness where there are several small Thurnian settlements that regularly trade with the elves from Hapori Ngahere. Travelling to one of them, and waiting for an elven trader, provides a much better chance of reaching our destination before winter.
“What if we hire a small ship to take us as far as Reak?” suggest Cassandra as we study the map.
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