Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 30: Potiora Wha
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 30: Potiora Wha - 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
Four days after our arrival at the breeding pen, Tambara returns to escort us to an audience with the senate. We gather our few possessions and put Rawiri into his travelling backpack. Tambara leads us through the gateway and into the underground section of Pahuna. Our route takes us straight to the large building that serves as the centre of the Merope government. The similarities to Thurn’s government building are remarkable. The architecture may be different, but the constant flow of clerks and officials bustling along the corridors, and talking in hushed tones, is reminiscent of Thur. Tambara escorts us to an ornately carved door.
“This is the Sphere of Wisdom where the senate meet,” says Tambara. “Please enter. I will wait for you here.”
We do as Tambara asks. I’m surprised to discover that the room is like the inside of a giant ball. The door opens onto a narrow bridge leading towards the circular platform at the centre of the room. The platform seems to float in the air, although closer examination reveals a narrow central spindle that runs from the top of the sphere to its base. The inside wall of the spherical room is a smaller version of the false sky above the city. Currently the colour of the wall is medium grey, providing enough light to illuminate the room, while creating a severe business-like atmosphere. The platform in the centre has a horse-shoe shaped table, around the outer edge of which sit the ten men and women of the senate. With nowhere else to go, we walk to the inside of the horseshoe shaped table.
The section of the long spindle that supports the platform, passes through the centre of the platform. A few metres of the spindle’s length is transparent, enabling the senators to see the opposite side of the table. It’s difficult to know which way we should face, so we settle for standing in a rough circle with our backs to the spindle. Suddenly the inside of the walls change colour and the whole sphere is bathed in a purplish light. The effect makes me slightly disoriented.
“We welcome you to Pahuna,” says one of the senators.
That’s the last thing I remember any of the senators saying until the purple light disappears and the walls resume their grey colour. I vaguely recall being asked a series of questions which I have no recollection of answering. Later I learn that Cassandra and the elves experienced a similar confused state of mind.
Leaving aside the strange method used to interrogate us, I dislike the rude invasion of my mind in this way. Cassandra clearly feels the same way. I hold her hand to calm her likely desire to throw insults at the Merope assault. The elves seem more settled about the senators actions.
“You are foolish to explore the southern lands with pregnant women and a baby,” says one of the senators. “But that is a risk you seem ready to accept. Given the Atenex eagerness for sex, I don’t doubt that more of your party will be expecting a child before you decide to return north.
“As for your desire to establish trade between Thurn and Merope, then your Chief Procurator has already declined such a proposal. Your government wants access to technology that we aren’t prepared to share, and Thurn isn’t willing to trade on other terms. Merope must remain supreme among the races that inhabit this world, and we can only do that by observing and controlling the advancement of other races. As large as our population has become, we are still too few for the Merope to claim dominion over all the lands around us. However, one day the Merope will be the rulers of this world, and all other races our vassals.”
“You are assuming the other races will allow you to subjugate them,” snaps Cassandra.
“One way or another, what I say will come to pass,” says the senator with an indifferent shrug. “Leaders like your Chief Procurator can be bought or intimidated, and their people influenced by what they are told.”
“You risk a war between our peoples,” I say.
“Possibly. War would be a last resort. A wasteful admission of failure. But Merope can raise an army if it must, and our superior technology will give us an advantage.”
“So what is to become of us?” I ask.
“Tomorrow morning, Tambara will return you to your boats, and see you safely on your way to wherever you wish to go.”
“We were seeking the Merope Potiora, which is clearly not here,” I say. “Will you allow us to travel to its location without interference?”
“Certainly. The Merope people have no further use for the tower and chambers that you call the Potiora. The tower is about three days travel by river at the far end of a lake. But be warned, the sentient artificial being that controls the tower may not respond to anyone who isn’t from Merope. To us, the Merope tower is an ancient artefact that has now served its purpose.”
We leave Pahuna feeling a strange mix of enlightenment and disappointment. Tambara is evasive when we ask about the absence of Merope children in the city. Instead she shows us one of the walled settlements on the outskirts of the city that house crèches and schools for the young Merope. There are several aspects of Merope culture and life that I don’t understand, and the Merope leadership’s feeling of superiority is very unsettling. However, we part company with Tambara on good terms the following day, and the youngsters who have been watching over our boats and supplies give us a friendly farewell.
We travel down the river as it continues its southward flow. After a few hours we see one of the large river beasts that Tambara mentioned. It doesn’t seem interested in us, and we quickly pass by it. We stop at a Merope river settlement near the north end of what looks like a large lake ahead of us. While the local Merope are not overtly hostile, our presence is clearly unwelcome. We decide not to linger and we resume our journey. The lake is the largest we have seen in our travels, although we can always see both the east and west shores as we work our way south.
We sight some more of the large river beasts Tambara warned us about. They watch us from the shallows of the lake shore, but they thankfully don’t make any move towards us. They could easily overturn our wakawakas if they chose to attack.
“We need to find somewhere to stop for the night,” says Whina, who has again adopted the role of our navigator while we are on the water.
“Where do you suggest?” I reply.
“The east shore is likely to be Merope territory. After our reception in that settlement earlier, I suggest we try the west bank or one of the islands in the middle of the lake.”
Most of the islands we have encountered on our journey have been small, and some are little more than slightly-raised mud banks and shingle. However, occasionally we come across a larger island with scrubby trees growing on it. The river beasts are more numerous as we travel south along the lake, but so far none of them have shown more than a passing interest in us. Nevertheless we have one of our number in each wakawaka keeping watch, and armed with a spear.
We stop on an island and beach the wakawakas with relative ease. Having established that we are safe from any predators, we settle down for the night. With two Elf Maidens in heat, and Cassandra’s constant eagerness for sex, I fully expect that I’ll be in demand. What takes me by surprise is that there are two more elves in heat ... Ikaroa and Whina. Both make unexpected additions to Makareta’s and Defina35’s powerful pheromones. Obviously, it means Ikaroa isn’t pregnant, and that Whina has completed her transformation into adulthood. Neither discovery is a complete surprise, but the timing could be better.
Ikaroa doesn’t seem to be too upset that she isn’t carrying Mikaere’s child. She had previously admitted her earlier claim was a ruse. The poor fertility of elven males is an ongoing problem, although the Merope hinted at having a solution. As for Whina, the signs of her pending transformation have been obvious since she joined us. Emere isn’t too far behind in her development.
With Ihapera and Emere left to keep watch, I do my best to satisfy the sexual demands of five women. Fortunately, Rawiri sleeps through the whole orgy. Whina is understandably nervous and she relies on Defina35’s experience and guidance. Makareta is slightly subdued, and I wonder whether she is remembering the massive shaft that she sampled back in Merope.
“The senators back in Merope seemed upset that some of us are pregnant,” says Makareta when she stops to allow one of the others a turn with me. “Why did they say it was unwise to continue south? It isn’t as though a pregnant woman is incapacitated.”
“Well I won’t be one of them,” laughs Defina35. “I’ve had sex with Thurnian men numerous times without any sign of a pregnancy.”
“I understand that,” says Makareta. “But I can’t see why the Merope would caution us against travelling south.”
“It may be a ruse to discourage us from going to their Potiora,” I reply. “To be honest, I’ve no recollection of what questions they asked me while I was immersed in that purple light.”
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