Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 4: Return to the Ghetto
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4: Return to the Ghetto - 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
How can I describe last night. We had a sexual experience at the wrong time as far as both our biological clocks dictate. It was a mind blowing event. Her kisses and hugs in gratitude afterwards were a pleasant experience in itself. As much as I would like to spend the morning in bed with DF36, I have work to do, and a meeting scheduled with her sister, DF35.
“Can I come with you when you meet my sister?” she asks. “I need to get a supply of leather if I’m going to earn my keep here.”
I hadn’t thought about the financial implications of the contract DF36 and I signed. In exchange for me providing food and a place to sleep, she had undertaken to be my companion and to work for me. It sounds simple, but what does it mean in reality?
“Do you need money to buy some leather?” I ask.
“That won’t be necessary. My contributions to the elven common wealth are up to date, so I can obtain what I need from the tannery.”
I have a general understanding of how the elven system of bartering works. Essentially an Elf Maiden must pay three quarters of what she earns into a common pool. In exchange she can claim the materials she needs for her trade, a daily allotment of food, and a space (albeit a very small space) in the ghetto to sleep and work. The pool also funds the crèches that nurture and train young elves.
“How is our contract going to affect your contributions to the elven common wealth?”
“The usual arrangement is for me to give up my entitlement to a daily allotment of food, and a place to work and live, and I reduce my contributions to a half of what I earn. We can negotiate another arrangement with Thur’s Elven Council if you want, but I think the usual arrangement will work for us.”
“So you get to keep thirty percent of what you earn.” I say, assuming her contribution to the common wealth is calculated after deducting my share of her income.
“No, no. The common wealth gets half; I keep one tenth; and you get the other four tenths. I thought that was in the contract?”
Actually the contract said I get forty percent of her earnings, but I assumed she kept the remaining sixty percent. Now it seems that fifty percent goes to the elven common wealth and she gets only ten percent for herself.
“That doesn’t sound very fair on you,” I say.
“It’s enough. I don’t need many things. And living in a house rather than a cramped workshop with broken windows and a leaking roof is a good deal from my point of view.”
“Does the Elven Council not maintain the properties you live and work in?” I ask.
“None of the buildings in the elven ghetto are owned by elves. I presume they are owned by Thurnians who charge high rents, but refuse to do maintenance on their properties.”
I make a mental note to investigate the property situation further. It seems unjust that elves are forced to live in buildings which are unfit for habitation.
Our discussion has made us a few minutes late for my meeting with DF35. She is waiting patiently, and seems genuinely relieved when she sees her sister with me. The two sisters converse in the elven language for a couple of minutes before DF35 turns to me.
“I wish you hadn’t signed a contract with my sister,” says DF35. “Her workshop needs her skills to train some of the adolescent elves. Last winter was particularly hard and several experienced leather workers didn’t survive the winter.”
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