Chapter 52: Origin of Elf Maidens

One of the advantages of living in Thur is the easy access to the library once jealously guarded by successive Keepers of the Scrolls. The position was abolished ten years ago, and the library opened to all Thurnian citizens. However, even with free access to seven hundred years of Thurnian history, scholars rarely look back beyond the last eighty years. The previous ban on studying Thurn’s early history was removed along with the last Keeper of the Scrolls, but Thurn’s students are slow to take up the new freedom.

“What are we looking for?” asks Tamaz as he takes advantage of the dark area between two rows of shelves to fondle my tits.

“Any original document that might give me information about when and how Elf Maidens came to Thurn.”

“I thought that was common knowledge,” replies Tamaz. “The Emperor’s cousin Gregori rescued a hundred or so Elf Maidens during his great voyage of discovery. He brought them back to Thurn, and they became part of our society. That would have been about a century ago.”

Tamaz has simply repeated the generally accepted version about the origins of Elf Maidens in Thurn that is taught in school history. It’s a version that lacks any detail, and runs contrary to the verbal histories passed down from one generation of elves to the next.

“If you want to help me with my research then you need to focus on these scrolls and books and not on my tits and arse,” I whisper, swatting his roaming hands away.

“Aw, Katarine. Can’t we have a quick fuck first. This place is ideal for a tryst.”

“Behave, Tamaz,” I admonish.

In reality, I’m in a high state of arousal, so I’m not entirely averse to a quick fuck. Today is likely to be my last day in heat, so I suppose we should make the most of the opportunity. If all goes to plan, I’ll be away from Thur by the time I’m next in heat. Tamaz would like to travel with me, but the demands of his job makes that impossible. Besides our separation will only be for a couple of months, and it might do both of us some good to spend some time apart.

Tamaz and I delve into a section of old scrolls that the library catalogue claims to contain references to Gregori’s expedition. All the original logs and charts for the expedition were burned not long after Gregori returned to Thur. It was a wanton piece of vandalism that destroyed priceless historical records. Nobody has ever established who ordered the erasing of all evidence of Thurn’s only long distance exploration to date. However, assuming it wasn’t a tragic accident, then such wholesale destruction could only be achieved on the orders of the then Emperor, Theobold.

Sure enough, the scrolls we find are third and fourth hand accounts of the expedition. None of those I quickly read contain anything about the location where Elf Maidens were found. A copy of Gregori’s memoires ... written years after his return to Thurn ... is the only item I believe to be useful.

By now, Tamaz is getting bored, so I put my research to one side and take him into one of the private reading booths scattered around the library. The small booth is just large enough for two people, and importantly, it has a curtain to offer some privacy. In less than a minute, Tamaz has me bent across the table with my skirt lifted over my back and my panties around my knees. My perfume is unable to mask my sexual pheromones, and Tamaz’s rigid cock is soon probing between my legs.

“Quietly, Tamaz,” I whisper, mindful of his tendency to howl like a wolf when he penetrates me.