Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 21: The Pussy Den
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 21: The Pussy Den - 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
I head across the village to relieve Seamus in the building we privately call the pussy den. It’s a small out-of-the-way cabin that Kahu has assigned for Elf Maidens to visit when they want sex with a Thurnian man. I enter through the main door and see an Elf Maiden waiting patiently for her turn in the room beyond. The grunts and moans coming from the other side of the door confirm that Seamus is busy with an elf.
“Hello, Ihapera,” I say as I walk past the waiting Elf Maiden. “Back again so soon?”
“Oh hi, Alex,” smiles the pretty elf. “I’m only going to be in heat for another couple of days, and I really need to get pregnant.”
I’m not sure where Ihapera learned to speak the Thurnian language, and she speaks it better than Kahu. While I understand Kahu’s desire to halt the decline in Atene’s population, and the enthusiasm of many of Atene’s Elf Maidens to make the most of what’s on offer, I didn’t interpret Kahu’s request as meaning every fertile Elf Maiden had to be pregnant by the end of the month.
“There’s always next month, Ihapera,” I laugh. “We aren’t planning on leaving.”
“I know. But any unbonded adult elf who isn’t pregnant before her next cycle will be claimed by one of our males. It’s a condition the Rangatira agreed with our males in order for you to be allowed to stay here. I don’t want to be bonded yet, which is why I need you to make me pregnant.”
I wasn’t aware of any deal that the Rangatira made with the male elves, but it explains why a dozen or so Elf Maidens are behaving as though Seamus, Drew and I might vanish overnight. I know Cassandra said that an Atene Elf Maiden must consent to a bonding, but it is easy to imagine how that consent might be bribed or coerced from a young female.
“I’m about to relieve Seamus,” I say. “The main room won’t be available for a few minutes, but if you are pressed for time, we can use the smaller room.”
“Yes, I would like that,” smiles Ihapera.
I’m delighted by Ihapera’s response. The young leather worker can’t have been an adult for more than a year and she has all the eagerness of youth. As a race, elves are naturally attractive to Thurnian eyes, and Ihapera is a stunning beauty. Her tight cunt is a delight to plough, and her unashamed abandon as she surrenders to her powerful emotions is a sight to behold. Her strong pheromones mixed with the pleasant smell of her leather tunic turns me into her sexual plaything.
While I would like to savour my union with Ihapera for as long as possible, I’m aware that others may be waiting. Most Elf Maidens Seamus, Drew and I meet don’t speak Thurnian, so our coupling is more of a business transaction. Although Ihapera says her motive for sex with me is to bear a child, she clearly enjoys the time spent with me. Her ability to have a conversation with me means that she doesn’t lose interest as soon as I perform my duty. Far from it, she wants to try several different positions before we are done.
“Are you here tomorrow?” asks Ihapera as she finally prepares to leave.
“Yes,” I reply. “I’ll be here at this time tomorrow, and again three hours later.”
Seamus, Drew and I take turns to do three one-hour shifts in the pussy den from midday until nine at night. It would be more convenient to do a single three-hour shift each day, but we simply aren’t equal to the task. What’s more, it isn’t the only time we get to entertain Elf Maidens. The Elf Maidens who arrived in Atene with us are also starting to become sexually active once again. However, they usually prefer to use their own quarters rather than visit the pussy den. And, of course, Cassandra and Egbertha will soon be demanding their share of attention.
“In that case, I’ll come tomorrow at this time,” says Ihapera with a cheeky smile.
After my second shift I return to the cabin assigned to Cassandra, Egbertha, Seamus, Drew and me, to find Cassandra busy preparing an evening meal. Drew is on duty in the pussy den and Egbertha is taking her turn feeding the babies in the crèche. I’m not sure where Seamus has gone, but for the first time in a while, Cassandra and I are alone. Cassandra is humming to herself, which is an indication that she is excited about something.
“Have you made a breakthrough in interpreting the murals?” I ask, guessing at the likely cause of her contentment.
“Yes, but I will tell you about that tonight. Tell me about your afternoon first.”
“Hmm. Nothing much out of the ordinary. The usual procession of Elf Maidens eager to spread their legs. Are you sure you want the details?”
“I do. And try to stop calling them Elf Maidens. That’s a Thurnian term which implies they are inferior beings.”
“I don’t think of them as inferior, and it’s very difficult to stop calling them by the name I’ve used for so long.”
“At least don’t use the term in front of Kahu or the Rangatira. Better still, don’t use it in front of any Atene elf. So, details please. Which elves did you service this afternoon?”
“OK, if you want the details. I serviced five Elf Mai ... elves this afternoon. First, there was Ihapera, a leather worker. She seems anxious to become pregnant this month. Apparently any adult females who aren’t pregnant by this time next month will be coerced into bonding with an Atene male.”
“Yes, Aputa told me that other Atene elves are saying the same thing. I think the Atene males demanded a heavy price for their cooperation. I don’t approve of what the council has done, but I’m not sure that we can do anything about it.”
“Other than make all the Elf Maidens pregnant,” I reply, slipping back into using the Thurnian label.
“Yes, that would solve the problem for now. So, who else did you see?”
I list the names of the other four Elf Maidens I serviced this afternoon. I’m not sure why Cassandra wants to know, but I don’t intend to keep any secrets from her. Cassandra will tell me why she’s so interested when she’s ready. I’m surprised she is being so tolerant of this arrangement given our marriage vows.
We settle down to our meal, which we finish in time for me to go for my final shift in the pussy den. Cassandra walks with me as far as the crèche. Although the crèche operates day and night, we both prefer for Rawiri to sleep with us in our cabin. Egbertha will also bring Rangi back with her when she returns to our cabin.
Early the next morning, Cassandra and I meet with Kahu and two adult female elven scholars called Nyree and Ikaroa in the Halls of Ancestors. As soon as we arrive, I realise that this is going to be an uncomfortable meeting. Both scholars are in heat and my body is responding in its predictable way. My discomfort is only made worse by the light translucent clothes both elves wear. I bite on my tongue to prevent me from asking if I can service the two scholars before we begin.
“The history of our races is both enlightening and terrifying,” begins Nyree, speaking excellent Thurnian. “We can’t put a date to the events depicted in these murals, but we believe they occurred around a thousand years ago.”
I look to Kahu and Ikaroa for their reaction. It’s then that I notice the tag in Ikaroa’s left earlobe. She’s bonded to a male elf. I immediately feel a wave of disappointment. The attractive young elf is desirable beyond words, and certainly one I would like the chance to sample. However, being bonded puts her off-limits to me.
“Pay attention, Alex,” chides Cassandra, clearly aware of the bulge in my trousers. “Perhaps Ikaroa might offer to help while you attend to me later.”
I’m surprised by Cassandra’s words. Not because of her suggestion about Ikaroa’s involvement, but that Cassandra feels ready to resume sexual activity.
“Yes, of course,” laughs Ikaroa, not ashamed at the blatant sexual content of our conversation. “But Nyree must also bear witness, or Mikaere, my male, will become jealous.”
Kahu coughs loudly and brings our meeting back to the subject in hand. Ikaroa looks sheepish as Nyree resumes. As Nyree talks she illustrates what she is saying by pointing to the relevant picture in the mural.
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