Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 11: Arrival at Fallowfield
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 11: Arrival at Fallowfield - 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
Our journey up the Reakie river is uncomfortable. The trader’s boat is a glorified raft, relying on a large sail and huge rear oar for propulsion. The trader and a burly oarsman are the only crew. They have a rapport that suggests that they’ve made this trip together many times before. We sit among the crates and sacks that the trader is transporting. There’s nowhere to lie down and we will need to go ashore to sleep overnight. The trader estimates our journey will take three days providing the weather holds. The river current is sluggish at the moment, so it offers little hindrance to our progress. However, the trader says that the river can rise quickly in wet weather, and the current become too strong to battle against.
We halt our journey at midday for a brief rest and a light lunch. To our left, the High Ridge towers above us, and the forest on the bank to the right is too dense to risk going far. Indeed, there are only a few places along the river where a boat can safely put ashore. We stop at a small riverside clearing on the shores of a small lake. It must be a regular way-point for the trader. Fortunately neither the trader nor his oarsman have any biases against elves, so Defina35 and Defina36 are treated as equals. Given the cramped conditions on-board the raft, it would be difficult were that not so.
“You seem puzzled,” I say to the trader as he checks the stowage of his cargo before we resume our journey.
“Yes. I’ve occasionally lost goods overboard in my travels, but never have I acquired unexplained extra cargo mid-journey. I loaded two dozen sacks of flour at Reak, and now I have twenty-six sacks.”
The mystery is soon solved. Inside two of the large sacks we find CE42 and AS37. They initially refuse to say how they came to be here. It is only when Defina35 and Defina36 admit to helping them stowaway on board the raft do we get to the truth. By confining the elves on-board the Fair Catch, its crew had broken their contract with their two Elf Maidens. Consequently they decided to leave. The easiest way of doing so was to join us in our travels.
The rash action of the Elf Maidens may place us in an awkward situation should we cross paths with the crew of the Fair Catch. However, there is nothing illegal in the Elf Maidens’ departure. In any case, we may never meet the crew again. From what AS37 says, the crew will quickly find replacement Elf Maidens once they return to Thur. The close friendship Cassandra and I enjoy with Defina35 and Defina36 wasn’t replicated between the crew of the Fair Catch and their Elf Maidens.
After renegotiating the price of our journey with the merchant, everyone on the raft seems happy with the new travelling arrangement. The fact that CE42 is in heat quickly smooths out any lingering problems with the merchant and his oarsman. They at least control their urges until we stop for the night at a small island in the middle of yet another small lake. Once the tents are erected, the two men don’t waste any time in taking CE42 inside.
Our journey south-east resumes the next morning despite the oarsman looking worn out. CE42 is still in heat, and she looks ready to resume last night’s activities at any time. If it wasn’t for Cassandra having a bout of morning sickness, I too might have succumbed to the effect of CE42’s strong pheromones. As it is, I focus on attending to Cassandra’s needs as best I can. It’s common for many Thurnian women to be in the early stages of pregnancy at this time of year. Most pregnant Thurnian women suffer from morning sickness, so Cassandra’s suffering isn’t unusual. It is another of those differences between the biology of Thurnian women and Elf Maidens, who rarely suffer from the discomfort of morning sickness.
Fortunately the wind is blowing up-river, so the sail takes most of the strain. The oarsman only needs to use his oar to steer, while the merchant adjusts the sails. As anticipated, we arrive at the small Thurnian settlement of Fallowfield on the third day after leaving Reak. The warm reception we all receive confirms that the inhabitants have regular dealings with elves. Now all we need to do is to wait for someone to arrive who can us through the wilderness to Hapori Ngahere.
The trader soon completes his business in Fallowfield, although he lingers for a few days while CE42 remains in heat. He even tries to tempt her into joining him on his return journey to Reak, but CE42 wisely declines. She won’t be welcome in Reak, and we don’t know whether the crew of the Fair Catch are still there. We wake the following morning to find that the merchant and his oarsman have departed on their way back to Reak.
We only need to wait another two days before four adolescent elves enter the village. I didn’t see them arrive but the local villagers say the elves came from the forest to the south rather than along the eastward track leading to the saddle over the High Ridge. Defina36 soon establishes that the elves come from a community I didn’t visit on my previous journey to this region. Only one of the elves has a Thurnian serial number tattooed on her inner arm. The other three must be native to the wilderness. The elves have come to trade for flour which they intend to purchase with some of the gemstones they have mined from the huge network of caverns they call home.
The villagers have just received a delivery of flour, so meeting the request isn’t a problem. However, I can’t see how these four elves can carry even one of the heavy sacks back to their community. That doesn’t stop the villagers from selling six of the flour sacks the merchant delivered a few days ago.
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