Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 35: East Village
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 35: East Village - 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
We are greeted warmly by the Tribu elders when we arrive at Adelita’s and Elodia’s village three days later. The other villagers all come out to see us, but they are more wary of us. Several are obviously pleased that Adelita and Elodia have returned safely. We are told that Whina and Emere are with a small group visiting another village, and they are expected back here in a couple of days.
The Tribu village stands on a small hill that raises it above the surrounding forest. The oppressive heat of the forest is eased by a gentle cooling breeze blowing from the west. Although it rains for a few hours each day, the stormy weather has cleared completely. We can once again see the distant mountains that separate this land from the Atenex and Thurnian territory far to the north.
There are around eighty adults and thirty children gathered to meet us. The vast majority of the Tribu are male. Seeing how few female Tribu live here makes me realise that Adelita’s and Elodia’s absence had left very few adult females in the village. All of the adult female Tribu we see are pregnant, so the prospect of having more sex while we are here will be a forlorn hope. There seems to be nothing wrong with the fertility of the Tribu, but the rarity of female offspring will doom them to extinction.
To the east of the village is a winding depression in the ground with evidence of mining activity along the exposed sides. An assortment of buildings and winches near the access road from the village must be where the ore is processed. A smaller building looks like stables for whatever animals are used to carry the finished metals to the river. We are too far away to see more than the general layout of the mine.
Makareta, Cassandra, Rawiri and I are provided with accommodation in one of the many wooden houses, all built to the same general design. Unlike in Thurn, all the property in the village is communally owned. The village elders allocate housing depending on need. Adelita previously told us that Tribu adults usually live in shared accommodation with three others of the same gender. While friendships are common, marriage or exclusive intimate relationships are not features of Tribu society. In that respect their society is similar to traditional Thurnian customs.
Adelita comes to babysit Rawiri while Makareta, Cassandra and I meet with five of the village elders that evening. As in Thur, Atene, and Pahuna, the word ‘elder’ is a relative term. The Merope sentient machine suggested that our distant ancestors could live beyond eighty years of age. However, few Thurnians alive today will survive into our forties. The oldest Elf Maiden on record lived to the age of forty-three. The Atenex don’t seem to be longer lived than Elf Maidens, but we have insufficient information to be sure. I don’t know about the longevity of the Merope, but all members of their senate are younger than forty years of age.
“I am Paulus,” says one of the Tribu elders. “I officially welcome you to our village, and thank you for your help. The elders have already met with Adelita and Elodia and we have been told of what has occurred. As you may already know, the Tribu and Phebes are struggling for survival. At last count, there are now less than three hundred Tribu. Of those, only thirty are adult females. Mining is a dangerous occupation with accidents common. We rely on mining for our trade, but we can’t sustain the current number of deaths each year. Even if every adult female produced one child a year, our society will cease to be viable within a few generations.”
“Adelita and Elodia mentioned the Phebes. Are they different from the Tribu?” I ask, even though I’ve speculated about the difference.
“When the Phebes created their potions to help remedy the Phebe’s hereditary skeletal deformity, the potions didn’t work on everyone. Even after taking the potions, a few children were born with the Phebe’s original bone structure. Those who were born as you see us now were renamed Tribu. That was forty-two years ago. Subsequent generations have been consistent; Tribu women give birth to Tribu babies, Phebes women give birth to Phebes babies, regardless of the race of the father. Over time the Tribu and Phebes have drifted apart and we now live in our own communities.”
“And are the Phebes children also predominantly male?” asks Cassandra.
“No, the gender balance is about equal among the Phebes. Only the Tribu produce many more males than females. We can’t undo the problems the Phebes’ potions have created and we are at a loss about what to do. The Phebes continue to concoct potions, but we have so far refused to purchase any more of their brews.”
When we return to our house later, Makareta, Cassandra and I discuss what we’ve learned. I’m starting to feel overwhelmed by the challenges we keep encountering. I thought Thurnian politics were murky enough, but the motives of the Merope, and the potential danger of the Phebes’ potions, are alarming.
We can’t offer the Tribu any further help at the moment. If Adelita and Elodia are pregnant from their union with me, and they give birth to clones, then there is a chance the Tribu can be saved. I’m sure there will be plenty of Thurnian men willing to come and help. After all, the elven settlements in the forests of Thurn never lack for Thurnian men eager to satisfy their base needs.
Cassandra probes the Tribu elders about what lies to the south of here. She explains what the Merope machine speculated about a source of heat. The elders confirm that the forest gives way to grasslands near the other two Tribu villages. However, the Tribu have had neither cause, nor the numbers, to explore the lands further south, although they confirm that the grasslands seem to spread as far as a range of high barren mountains far to the south. The elders don’t know of any source of heat in the mountains, but they don’t rule out the possibility of there being one or more volcanoes among them.
“If we want to know more about what lies beyond the southern mountains, the Tribu elders suggested asking the people living in the settlement at the river estuary,” says Cassandra, when she tells Makareta and me about what she has learned. “Apparently their ships travel long distances, so they may know something.”
We stay with the Tribu for a couple of weeks, getting to understand their society and lifestyle. We briefly visit the two other Tribu villages located on the edge of the grasslands. Adelita refers to her home village as East Village, and the other two as Middle Village and West Village. I think she has labelled them for our benefit, as the Tribu don’t seem to bother naming their settlements.
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