Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 18: Encounter in the Forest
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 18: Encounter in the Forest - 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
By mid-morning of the following day, Makareta and I are back on the south shore with all the supplies from the island safely transported across. The news from the two groups sent to recover the mules is less encouraging. None of three mules swept into the river made it to either bank before succumbing to the cold waters. The body of one eventually washed up on the south bank, and the salvageable remains of the supplies the mule carried have been recovered. The other two mules sank below the surface in a deep channel and no trace of them has been found.
While we are waiting to resume our journey, I tell Cassandra what Makareta told me about the elves escape from Lord Graves property. I also mention that during the escape, Lord Graves and his guards were killed. Cassandra seems less shocked than I was at the news of elves killing the Thurnian men.
“Elves hunt and kill animals for food or to defend themselves,” says Cassandra. “Most elves are skilful with weapons, so it only needs enough provocation for them to use those weapons against a man.”
“Yes, I can see that now. It just didn’t occur to me before Makareta told me. What about Lord Graves? Do you know anything about him?”
“If he’s the man I think you are describing, then Sidney Graves was no lord. He was exiled from Thur after he tried to embezzle state money. He was lucky not to have been executed years ago. I suspect these business associates you mention are nothing more than his henchmen and sycophants.”
Thur is a city where corruption and embezzlement are an unwelcome feature of life. To be exiled, Sidney Graves must have exceeded the accepted norms of dishonesty by a comfortable margin. His cruel treatment of Akenehi and the other elves who escaped probably confirms that Cassandra and I are talking about the same man.
“If that’s so, then I can’t see Graves’ associates approaching the Emperor for justice,” I suggest.
“Neither can I,” replies Cassandra. “Nor can I see his associates troubling themselves chasing a handful of escaped elves when they have scores still enslaved in their mines and farms. More likely they will simply divide up Graves’ illegal fiefdom between themselves and carry on.”
Cassandra and I share our thoughts with Akenehi and Makareta. While our news doesn’t remove Akenehi’s concern entirely, it at least eases her mind.
By midday we are ready to resume our journey south. Makareta and two adolescent elves act as trailblazers, while the rest of us take turns in guiding the remaining mules and carrying the six infants who are too young to walk. I soon lose my sense of direction in the dense forest around us. The ground is generally level with only gentle rises and falls. The occasional clearing and copses of deciduous trees that are still in bud enable enough daylight through the canopy. There are plenty of birds and other tree dwelling animals. Fortunately there are no signs of bears or wolves this deep into the forest.
Each time we stop for a rest and a change of duties, Makareta, or one of the adolescent elves, climbs a tree to scout our surroundings. Akenehi is told what the scout sees, but she doesn’t share that knowledge with the rest of us. While I would like to know what is going on, the elves in our commune are content to remain in ignorance.
We continue through the forest for the next few days, stopping each night in a clearing by one of the numerous streams. Despite it only being early spring, the elves are able to find enough roots and herbs to supplement the game they hunt. We only need to use our carried food supplies to provide variety in our diet.
Each day, our journey resumes as soon as there is enough daylight, and continues until late in the day. It’s a gruelling regime that is starting to exhaust the younger elves. Our rest breaks last only a long as it takes for one of the elves to climb to a tree top and report back to Akenehi. I’ve no idea how far we have travelled since the river crossing. On our fifth day after crossing the river we make our usual camp as evening approaches.
“Stay close to the stream,” says Akenehi to the Thurnians in our party. “We haven’t seen any traces of dangerous animals for the last couple of days, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any nearby. The scent of the mules will attract any predators towards us.”
Even though nearly half of our commune are infants or pre-adolescent elves, Akenehi makes surprisingly few allowances for their youth. The older pre-adolescents even take their turn at standing watch overnight. It’s one such young elf who alerts us all to the approach of a pack of wolves in the middle of the night. I can’t hear or see anything out of the ordinary, but Akenehi quickly confirms what the sharp hearing of our sentry has detected.
Each elf who is tall enough to carry a spear takes up her position in a protective circle around the rest of us. Drew, Seamus, Cassandra, Egbertha and I are tasked with protecting the infants and those elves too young to defend themselves. Unfortunately several of our spare spears were lost during the river crossing. Only Drew and Seamus have spears. Cassandra, Egbertha and I must content ourselves with knives and a few fiery brands that we can rescue from our camp fire.
By the time I can hear the approaching wolves, the Elf Maidens have collectively determined that it is a large pack of about twenty wolves. The usual elven tactic when facing a wolf pack requires two groups of defenders; one to protect those that need protecting, and a second group to drive off the wolves. The elves natural body odour is a potent non-lethal weapon, but among the strong smells of the forest, the elves need to operate in small groups. But with a pack of twenty wolves, the twenty-six armed elves don’t have sufficient numbers to form more than a token second group.
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