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Elf Maidens of Thurn

Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane

Chapter 28: The Underground City

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 28: The Underground City - 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 city, Pahuna, is beneath the hills at the head of this valley,” says Tambara.

“Does that mean that you live underground?” I ask.

“Yes. Most Merope choose to live inside Pahuna and they rarely venture outside. But not all wish to live that way. My duties as a supervisor of children’s outdoor activity education means that I spend about half my time outside of Pahuna. As you saw this morning, all Merope children are educated in outdoor living so that they may make an informed choice about their future when they mature.”

“How many Merope live here?” asks Makareta as we descend into the valley.

“There are just under thirty thousand Merope living in the underground parts of Pahuna,” replies Tambara. “Another ten thousand live in the open around the city outskirts, the valley before us, or in scattered settlements along the east bank of the river.”

I do a quick mental comparison. No reliable census has ever been taken of Thurn’s entire population. However, I doubt our numbers exceed ten thousand, along with a thousand female elven clones living within Thurn. It’s anybody’s guess as to how many Atenex live in Atene and the surrounding elven lands. Atene is the largest Atenex centre of population, and it houses only a few hundred Atenex. Most Atenex live in small settlements along the river or deep in the forests beyond. Any estimate of their combined population numbers is little more than a wild guess.

“What’s that area over there?” asks Makareta, pointing to a large square area surrounded by a solid two metre high wall with nasty looking spikes lined along the top.

“The breeding pen,” says Tambara, leading us in a different direction so as to avoid getting any closer to the pen.

“What to you breed?” asks Ikaroa, keeping up our steady flow of questions.

“Merope, of course,” replies Tambara. “Atenex aren’t the only race that can produce clones when mated with another race. Merope women can produce clones of themselves when mated with Atenex, Phebes, and Thurnian males.”

“Umm. Does that happen a lot?” I ask, wondering why the breeding pen is needed, and why it is built like a prison.

“Probably no more often than Thurnian men mate with their Elf Maidens. In Merope, being given the opportunity to produce a clone is a highly sought after privilege. I have already given birth to two girls.”

“But why the large wall around the breeding pen?” asks Ikaroa.

“Because access to breeding males is restricted to Merope women approved by the senate. Our scientists spend a lot of time and expense in ensuring the selected males are suitable for breeding with us. All the males receive performance enhancing treatment. Those males chosen for breeding must be confined or they may attempt to mate with unauthorised women.”

“And how do you select these males?” I probe, getting nervous about the possible trap we have sprung.

“Most are volunteers who come to Merope for sex,” replies Tambara. “A few are sentenced criminals who have come into our territory and tried to rob or harm Merope citizens. Do not worry, you are perfectly safe while you are here ... providing you obey our laws.”

Tambara’s mention of volunteers wanting plenty of sex reminds me of the Thurnian men who seek out the elven forest communities for that very purpose. However, in the rest of Thurn the relationship with elves is a male dominated arrangement. Here it is a select group of women who seem to dictate the terms.

“What about the two Atenex males you captured in the gorge?” asks Ikaroa. “One of them is my mate.”

“The senate will decide their fate according to Merope law,” replies Tambara.

“Can I see Mikaere?”continues Ikaroa.

“No. Those accused of violent crimes aren’t permitted visitors.”

“Who will speak on behalf of Mikaere and Hone when they appear before your senate?” asks Cassandra.

“They will speak for themselves,” replies Tambara. “That way the senate will know if they are speaking the truth.”

Considering Mikaere and Hone abandoned us, I am ambivalent about their fate. However, I am concerned about the effect it may have on Ikaroa and the others. It is going to be difficult to help the two Atene males without knowing what they are accused of doing.

“I’m not sure that I’m going to like these Merope,” whispers Cassandra to me. “Tambara’s attitude of superiority is starting to irritate me.”

While I agree with Cassandra’s assessment, there isn’t anything we can do at the moment. Tambara claims that Merope technology is far superior to that of Thurn and Atene. If Tambara’s estimate of their population size is accurate, they significantly outnumber the combined Atenex and Thurnian populations. Regrettably, Tambara’s air of superiority is understandable, even though it’s unwelcome.

Tambara leads us along a wide road that has a hard flat surface unlike anything I’ve seen before. In Thur our streets are paved with cobblestones, which I had always believed to be the pinnacle of road engineering. If I could learn how this road surface is made and report back to the Emperor, then my appointment as Thurnian trade envoy may have some meaning after all.

The road ends at a huge stone arch that leads into a tunnel under the hill. I presume this is one of the entrances to the underground section of Pahuna. Either side of the arch is a small stone watchtower, with a strange device perched on the top of each of them. A barrier is closed across the tunnel entrance. A group of uniformed male Merope are checking the wagons of farmers and traders wanting to enter the tunnel. Tambara escorts us to the front of the queue and says a few words to one of the uniformed Merope at the barrier. He stops what he is doing and attends to Tambara’s wishes at once.

About fifteen minutes later, after all our names and details are recorded on some strange device, Tambara takes us into the Merope city. Pahuna is beyond my wildest imagination. Having seen the underground chambers in the Atene tower, I’m aware that such engineering feats are possible, but not on this scale. The huge dome that provides an artificial sky to the city must mean that the hill above is nothing more than a thin blanket over the city. Indeed, I begin to wonder whether the hill itself is man-made. Why have the Merope hidden their city in this way? As much as I would like to ask such questions, I sense that now isn’t the right time.

“It is getting late, so I will arrange for your overnight accommodation and we will meet again in the morning,” says Tambara. “I will know by then whether the senate wishes to meet with you.”

“Regardless, we would like to meet with your senate,” replies Cassandra.

 
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