Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 16: Naming Ceremony
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 16: Naming Ceremony - 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
With so many of our Elf Maidens in an advanced stage of pregnancy, I think it would be better to stay here for a while, rather than trek through the rugged country around us. However, Akenehi is unwilling to delay our trek’s progress any longer. It doesn’t help that Akenehi won’t reveal how far she is intending to take our community, nor why she is in an apparent rush to get there.
Makareta’s scouting expedition returns a day earlier than expected, having found a suitable place to ford the river about a day’s hike to the east of our camp.
“We can’t risk waiting in case there are more storms,” says Akenehi, when we are all gathered to discuss our options. “The ford is waist deep even after a week of dry weather. We don’t want to be stuck here until the rainy season passes.”
While I don’t see how waiting a month or two will be an insurmountable problem, I don’t feel qualified to argue with Akenehi. She has brought us all safely this far, and the elves clearly trust her leadership.
While Cassandra has had little difficulty in adapting to motherhood, Egbertha isn’t coping so well. Cassandra believes that she is too young and inexperienced to handle the demands of a baby, particularly in the wilderness. Fortunately we are surrounded by Elf Maidens, several of whom are about to give birth to their second or subsequent child. Our biology might be slightly different, but the challenges of motherhood seem to be common territory.
Acting on Horowai’s advice, Egbertha is encouraged to rest for a day. Cassandra takes over suckling Egbertha’s baby as well as her own, proving an earlier claim that she has an abundance of milk.
“Tonight we shall have a naming ceremony for Cassandra’s and Egbertha’s newborns,” announces Akenehi. “Tomorrow morning we shall break camp and move to the ford.”
Elven tradition, at least among the wilderness elves, is for the community to decide on a name for a newborn. Thurnian tradition varies by region, but in Thur, it is usually the mother’s mother who selects a name for her grandchild. As that isn’t possible in the current circumstances, we have no objections to following the elven custom.
Normally each child would have his own naming ceremony, and subsequent celebration, but Akenehi is unwilling to wait the extra day that would require before setting off for the ford. Cassandra’s and Egbertha’s babies are duly named Rawiri and Rangi respectively, which we are told means ‘beloved’ and ‘sky’ in the elven language.
The celebration afterwards is as rowdy as elven parties tend to get. With only Defina35 in heat, sex plays a minimal part in the proceedings, so the event is less of an orgy and more of a pleasant social gathering. With a long journey ahead of us, the party ends before midnight by mutual agreement.
We all gather our belongings the next morning and assemble in what we presume was once the town square. I’m impressed by the efficiency of the elves in preparing for our journey. Additional food has been collected and packed over the last few days. The mules are quickly loaded and made ready. As before, special duties are shared among the adolescent and adult elves. Defina36 has made slings for Cassandra and Egbertha to enable them to carry Rawiri and Rangi.
Makareta leads the way through the thick undergrowth that borders the riverbank. I notice that a small group of elves lead by Horowai follow at the rear of our column disguising any evidence of our passage.
“Why is Horowai hiding our tracks?” I ask Akenehi when we pause for a break.
“The abandoned settlement is proof that this area has been inhabited in the past,” says Akenehi. “For all we know, there may be others still living nearby. I’m not going to place our small group at risk of being ambushed crossing a river by those who may wish us harm. Until we are on the other side of this river, we shall be careful. We have many young elves in our care, and even more will be arriving soon.”
I wish I could dismiss Akenehi’s precautions as alarmist, but I understand her concern. We have a disproportionate number of young ones in our group, making us vulnerable to predators of all kinds.
“Do you have a destination in mind?” I ask Akenehi.
“Once we are across the river, we simply continue in the direction we have been heading. A week, maybe two, should bring us within sight of where we are going.”
“How do you know what awaits us?”
“Elves have no written history, so we rely on stories passed down from one generation to the next. There are stories from our past that talk of an elven city in the foothills of the mountains to the south.”
The High Ridge to the east of us is the highest land feature recorded on any Thurnian map. Impressive as the High Ridge might appear, nobody has ever suggested calling it a mountain range. Of course, Thurnian exploration has only once ventured any sizeable distance, and the only surviving evidence of that is Thurn’s population of elves.
“Are you sure your stories don’t relate to a distant land across the ocean?” I ask. “After all, that’s where elves are believed to have originated.”
“That’s what we shall discover,” replies Akenehi. “Contrary to your Thurnian history, we believe elves once inhabited this region, long before your leaders kidnapped our forebears.”
I look at Cassandra as we both try to digest this startling revelation. Of course, it could all be a myth. As Akenehi says, there are no written records to support her assertions. No mention is made of elves in Thurnian histories prior to fifty years ago. However, Cassandra and I have only studied Thurn’s history of the last two hundred and fifty years. Is that why Thurn’s earlier history is a closely guarded secret?
It’s late afternoon by the time we reach the place Makareta identified as a suitable place to cross the river. It isn’t an ideal location, but the small wooded island in the middle of the river at least means we can cross in two stages. Akenehi studies the river and then gathers all the adults to a meeting.
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