Chapter 23: Breakthrough

We spend a short while exchanging the pleasantries that Atene’s elves seem to expect when gathered in a social group. The elves of Akenehi’s group have always been more direct in their approach to sex, although that is probably a consequence of growing up in Thurn. I take the opportunity to study Ihapera and Ikaroa, whom Cassandra says are sisters. It seems strange to see elven sisters who aren’t identical clones. But I detect a family likeness despite several different facial features. However, before long, it isn’t their faces that attracts my attention. The three elves are sat side-by-side and I realise that none of them are wearing any undergarments beneath their skimpy tunics. As soon as they spread their legs, a powerful scent wafts across the room, triggering my cock into its eager state of readiness.

Cassandra claims the first ride on my cock. Although she says that she’s fully recovered after giving birth to Rawiri, I’m nevertheless cautious when fucking her. Cassandra can’t produce her own sex-scent at this time of year, but that doesn’t prevent either of us from enjoying a good fuck once my cock reacts to the Elf Maidens’ pheromones. Ikaroa moves closer so that her scent is stronger to my senses. My cock swells in response, which Cassandra devours with her moist cunt. We’ve never determined whether her own sex juices flow as a result of the Elf Maiden’s scent, or as a response to my cock reaming her innards. Either way, Cassandra seems able to enjoy some rigorous sex without undue discomfort.

Even though I’ve fucked seven Elf Maidens today, I’m still able to supply an adequate stream of cum when I reach an orgasm. If reproduction was the object of the exercise, then my cum would be wasted on Cassandra. She won’t be able to conceive until the Rutting Season, which is still a month or two away. However, her delight at seeing my cum dribbling from her cunt afterwards is a reward in itself.

Once Cassandra’s immediate needs are slaked, she makes way for Nyree to mount me. I’m still recovering from my last orgasm, but Nyree is clearly accustomed to impaling herself a small flaccid cock. Fortunately I can soon raise my cock into a more respectable shaft. I penetrate deep into Nyree’s eager body. Her surprise at the depth of my penetration encourages me to push harder. I sense her orgasm long before I’m ready to come. Her juices lubricate my cock even more and my steady pumping brings her towards another orgasm. Our orgasms hit at more or less the same time and Nyree lets out a loud scream of joy that must have been heard on the other side of Atene.

We untangle ourselves and I let Cassandra suck my cock clean. I’m never sure why Cassandra likes doing this, but I don’t complain. As much as I would like to fuck Ikaroa next, I know that as a bonded elf she is off-limits to me. Not that Ikaroa seems to be any less eager to sample my cock. Fortunately, a combination of common sense and a need to take a short break to refill my balls means that I can easily resist temptation. Besides, Ihapera is waiting patiently, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t eager to fuck her good and hard.

Cassandra makes an excuse to take Ikaroa and Nyree into another room to discuss their research. For Cassandra, this is the main objective of this evening’s party. That leaves the delectable Ihapera and me free to entertain ourselves. I’m not sure which of us is the more eager to fuck the other. However, I don’t overlook the fact that Ihapera’s motive is simply to become pregnant, and thereby avoid being coerced into bonding with Ikaroa’s male.

Ihapera surprises me by removing all of her clothes. While Cassandra and I frequently do so when we have sex, I’ve noticed since leaving Thurn that Elf Maidens rarely have the desire to expose their upper bodies during sex.

“Do you like my tits?” asks Ihapera, presenting her firm and well formed breasts for closer inspection.

“Yes,” I reply truthfully with the only appropriate answer to such a question.

“Will you fondle them while you fuck me?” sighs Ihapera.

Now I’m becoming confused. According to several Elf Maidens who have provided me with advice over recent months, there are certain taboos when having sex with an Elf Maiden. That is unless you are a thoughtless bastard who doesn’t care for the elf’s sense of propriety. Touching an Elf Maiden’s tits while you fuck her is one of those strange taboos that can lead to friction afterwards. For some unknown reason, an Elf Maiden who allows a male to fondle her tits during sex is regarded as a dirty little whore (Defina35’s phrase, not mine!). However, Ihapera is openly requesting me to ignore the taboo.

“Are you sure?” I ask. “I was taught that elves regard such an act to be demeaning.”

“I know, and I’m sure,” pleads Ihapera as she admires by swelling cock. “I’d rather spend my life as a whore than suffer the same fate as Ikaroa at the hands of her mate.”

“Surely there must be other options open to you?” I ask as I gently rub Ihapera’s tits.

“Make me pregnant, and you’ll buy me a year more of independence. But sooner or later I must choose to bond or be shunned as an outcast. I could move away to a more liberal settlement, but I don’t want to abandon Ikaroa here in Atene.”

Having spent months living in an elven community, I thought I understood a lot about their lifestyle. But clearly there is an undercurrent of tension that isn’t apparent on the surface of their society. I can only presume that it is the presence of male elves that causes ripples in their otherwise harmonious society. However, that’s a subject for another time. Both Ihapera and my cock are ready for some serious sex.

Sex with Ihapera never becomes routine despite the number of occasions that we’ve fucked. She is far more adventurous than most elves towards having sex in different positions. We’ve even experimented with a few positions that I’ve not considered before, and I’ve a mind to try with Cassandra. Fondling Ihapera’s tits and squeezing her nipples while we have sex might be an elven taboo, but Ihapera loves the attention I heap on her delicious orbs.

By the time Ihapera has milked me dry, we are both truly exhausted. For my part I must have filled Ihapera’s cunt with so much cum that I can’t imagine how she can fail to become pregnant. While we wait for Cassandra, Nyree and Ikaroa to finish their discussion, I quiz Ihapera about her background and family.

“Where did you learn to speak Thurnian?” I ask.

“In Thurn, of course,” replies Ihapera. “I was born there. See, you can still see the remains of my serial number on my arm.”

“I look at the faint mark where her tattooed serial number has been removed at some time in the past.”

“But you and Ikaroa aren’t clones. That means your father must have been a male elf.”