Chapter 39: Pleasing Elf Maidens

I begin to appreciate the problems Gregori had encountered half a century ago when his ships arrived in Thurn laden with seasick elven women. The group placed in Cassandra’s and my care is less than half the number that Gregori had to distribute, but it’s a large number in relation to the size of the Mariner settlement.

The Mariners are tolerant of our intrusion into their society. The elves are cooperative and simply relieved to be on dry land once again. As for Captain Ortolan, he has the journey north to clean his hold and vent the stench of vomit and any residual odour of the elves.

“You are going to need to keep the Elf Maidens sexually satisfied,” says Cassandra to me.

What seems like a man’s idea of paradise is, in reality, a case of having too much of a good thing. On average, at least four Elf Maidens will be in heat at any one time. The Mariner men aren’t attracted by the powerful scent emitted by an Elf Maiden in heat. Whether they are capable of physically having sex with any woman of a Potiora race seems doubtful for reasons nobody has so far bothered to research. Either way, I don’t feel inclined to stir up potential problems with our patient hosts by broaching the subject.

“Won’t the Emperor be angry if any of his harem are made pregnant by me?” I muse to Cassandra, not willing to accept that her father may not have survived the coup against him.

“Perhaps, but any child born will be a clone, so the source of the pregnancy is academic. Besides, we can invoke the Atenex custom that a male loses his exclusive rights over any female if she is in the unchallenged custody of another male for more than a month.”

I doubt the Emperor will be so accepting of an elven custom he’s unlikely to have heard of before. But not satisfying the needs of the Elf Maidens is going to cause discontent at a time when everyone’s cooperation is essential.

There are plenty of empty houses in the settlement that the Mariners permit us to use for accommodation. Before long we have allocated housing to all the elves and arranged work duties for most of them. Although some of those duties are of dubious value to the settlement, the Mariners are content with the arrangement. In many cases, the adolescent elves must learn new skills as they are introduced to working in trades that are forbidden to them in Thurn.

“At least we can now have an Atenex naming ceremony for Cassandra’s and Ihapera’s babies,” says Ikaroa.

As soon as the new arrivals have recovered from their uncomfortable journey south, we explain about the naming ceremony. In Thurn an elf baby is simply given the next unused ordinal in their mother’s serial number. There’s a lot of enthusiasm for the ceremony, but reaching a consensus on the names looks as though it’s going to be a mammoth exercise. The task is simplified by dividing the group into two, the Elf Maidens recently arrived from Thurn will choose a name for Cassandra’s and my baby, while the others will select one of Ihapera’s girl.

All the newly arrived elves were born in Thurn. While they have been taught some Atenex as part of their elven education, they are unfamiliar with the naming customs of their ancestral race. Consequently, the names chosen for Cassandra’s and Ihapera’s babies are Thurnian rather than Atenex names. Both Cassandra and I are happy with the name chosen for our baby girl; Renata. Although Ihapera regards herself as Atenex, she acknowledges that she is a clone sired by a Thurnian man, so a Thurnian name is acceptable for her girl. However, I suspect that the chosen name of Tina will be quietly modified to the Atenex variant ‘Tia’ before long.

Coral assists Cassandra with looking after Renata as well as continuing to watch over Rawiri. Ihapera has enlisted the help of one of the adolescent elves, CT253, to help her with Tina. I’ve always disliked having to refer to elves by their serial number, but few of the new arrivals have ever been allowed to modify their number into a name in the way Defina35 changed hers from DF35. At least CT253 has had experience working in an elven crèche, so she will prove helpful when Makareta and Defina35 give birth.

My immediate challenge is to satisfy the four Elf Maidens currently in heat. Cassandra isn’t ready to resume sexual activity, so I’m left to manage on my own. Needless to say, all four Elf Maidens are stunning beauties to my eyes, but that’s to be expected. I’m not sure what foreplay the women are expecting, but they seem eager to get straight down to business. It seems callous not to show any interest in the Elf Maidens’ names or background, but all four of them are helpless victims of their own urgent needs. Their powerful pheromones soon have my cock swelling to a monstrous size. Fortunately I’ve grown proficient at holding back my orgasm so that my cock remains a solid shaft for as long as possible.

Three of the Elf Maidens kneel before me with their legs spread wide and their hands on their heads. I’m not sure what ritual they are performing, but the sight of them like this only adds to my desire to plough them good and hard.

“Hah! The Emperor has trained his bitches to present themselves like pet dogs,” sneers BC63, the only Elf Maiden standing to one side.

“I presume you aren’t one of the Emperor’s harem,” I observe to BC63.

“No, I’m contracted to the merchant Hareem,” replies BC63.

I’ve never heard of Hareem, but that’s isn’t surprising. There are scores of Thurnian merchants who seek the Emperor’s favour, and I presume some of them eventually receive rewards for their help and loyalty.

“And how does Hareem satisfy your sexual needs?” I ask.

“He fucks me while I’m washing him in his bathing pool,” says BC63. “But I don’t see a pool here.”

“Nor will you in this settlement. Fresh water is in limited supply. Any bathing is done in the sea.”

“Brrrr!” shudders BC63. “Who in their right mind bathes in freezing cold water?”

“The sea here is considerably warmer than in Thurn,” I laugh. “We can try it if you like. There’s a bay not far from here that the Mariners use for bathing.”

The Emperor’s Elf Maidens are accustomed to obeying a man’s orders, so the proposal for the five of us to adjourn to the nearby beach is readily accepted. It’s a fortunate choice, as it enables me to focus on fucking one Elf Maiden at a time while the other three amuse themselves frolicking in the waist high water. Fortunately we have the bay to ourselves, so there are no sources of embarrassment as four naked Elf Maidens and I play very erotic games in the pleasantly warm surf.

I manage to keep ploughing the eager Elf Maidens for forty five minutes before my balls are completely drained and my cock loses its rigidity. By that time we’ve experimented with numerous aquatic sexual positions. I’m fairly sure I fucked all four of the Elf Maidens at some point, although their private game of ‘who gets to fuck Alex next’ didn’t contain any requirement for equal shares. The more aggressive Elf Maidens, like BC63, had more than their fair share of my cock reaming their innards. I suppose I could have insisted on equal shares for all, but the thought of all these delectable women fighting over my cock drove my sexual urges to an even greater high.

My sympathy goes out to the Elf Maiden called BH632. She’s the youngest of the Emperor’s Elf Maidens and she’s very submissive by nature. I’m not sure if she had a chance to sample my cock in the rough and tumble of the Elf Maidens’ games. Although all the adolescent elves who arrived on Captain Ortolan’s ship are fourth generation Thurnian elves, BH632 is the only fourth generation adult elf among the new arrivals. I would offer to hold her back when the others leave in order to fuck her in private, but my cock isn’t currently able to perform the task.