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Elf Maidens of Thurn

Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane

Chapter 53: Journey to Tewhanga

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 53: Journey to Tewhanga - 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  

There are two established routes between Thur and Tewhanga. A coastal trading ship can make the journey in two days ... three if it stops at Kokoru, as they often do. Then there’s a four or five day overland route, the southern leg of which involves travelling through Merope territory and the wilderness beyond. That’s risky given the constant social unrest across most of Merope and the untended road through the wilderness. A hybrid route would involve overland travel to Kokoru and a southbound ship from there.

While Arona makes her own preparations for our departure, I report my revised intentions to the professor. He doesn’t forbid me from making such a long journey, but he clearly thinks I’m crazy.

“If the Mariners don’t know the location of the Aegle Potiora, then I’ll revert to my original plan,” I say, in an effort to calm the professor’s uneasiness.

“Be sure that you do,” warns the professor. “Nobody knows why the logs and charts of Gregori’s exploration were destroyed so soon after his return to Thur, but presumably there was a good reason. You are also risking your own research by taking an all-or-nothing approach. If you find the Aegle Potiora, then your future career is assured. Wasting your time on a fruitless search will just as easily destroy your future prospects. As you are aware, your research grant is due for review in three months, so time isn’t on your side. What you’ve written so far won’t be sufficient to earn a renewal of your research grant.”

“I understand, professor. To be honest, I’m not sure how I’m going to pay for such a voyage anyway.”

“Ah! There I might be of some assistance. The Education Centre is custodian of several bequeaths from former prominent citizens. I believe that one such bequeath is specifically to fund a search for the Aegle Potiora.”

“Wow! Who would leave such a bequest, and why hasn’t it been taken up before now?” I ask.

“The identity of the donor is always kept secret,” replies the professor. “I can only speculate as to why it has never been claimed. Possibly because it is connected to the arrival of Elf Maidens in Thurn, which is a subject that opens old wounds. Perhaps modern Thurnians simply lack of any sense of adventure. Ever since Gregori’s voyage of exploration, the prospect of an ocean going voyage has always caused an irrational fear among those of the Potiora races.

“How do I apply for this money?” I ask, unwilling to admit that I’m also far from calm about the prospect of travelling the seas.

“Let’s pay a visit to the administration office and see what we can achieve,” says the professor.

To summarise nearly two hours of sometimes heated negotiations, I finally walk out of the administration office with the money I need. Or at least, a promise from the administration office to pay for the charter of a ship to transport Arona and me to and from the location of the Aegle Potiora. Of course, the promise comes with a long list of conditions, not least of which is a requirement that I establish the location of the Aegle Potiora with a high degree of certainty before departing Tewhanga. To ensure that I don’t simply abscond with the money, or use it for other purposes, Arona and I have acquired a travelling companion appointed by the Education Centre. Quite who that will be won’t be determined until tomorrow when Arona and I are to present ourselves for a medical examination.

“I’m sure that Alexandrescu and Cassandra never had to go through all this rigmarole when they set off on their adventures,” I complain to nobody in particular.

“Ah! But they didn’t need to rely on money provided by Thurn’s Education Centre,” laughs a young man in his early twenties. “I believe we are to be travelling companions. The Education Centre has assigned me as your escort as far as Tewhanga. My name Tanemahuta, but my friends call me TM.”

Arona and I greet TM and we share a brief summary of our respective background. Of course, neither Arona nor I admit to being Elf Maidens. Neither of us are in heat at the moment, so there are no awkward urges getting in the way. TM confesses that his heritage is unclear. He’s one of the increasing number of mixed-blood offspring, possibly one of the many Tribu-Atenex variants that help preserve the Tribu genes, while simultaneously increasing the likelihood that pure-blood Tribu will soon become extinct. The reproductive biology of each of the Potiora races is evolving from one generation to the next. While the change is occurring slowly in Elf Maidens, the Tribu are at the other end of the scale. However, the Tribu pure-blood population is still constrained by a large gender imbalance that results in four out of five pure-blood Tribu births being male. Unions between Tribu men and Atenex women don’t suffer from the same problem, and invariably produce mixed-blood children of either gender.

“How do we intend to get to Tewhanga?” asks TM while we wait for our next stage of our medical examination.

“I don’t know,” I reply. “I was planning on looking at our options this morning, but I can’t do that while I’m stuck here.”

“Then allow me to make a suggestion. I have a cousin who operates a fishing boat from Kokoru. If we take the morning stagecoach to Kokoru, we can be there by nightfall. I’m sure I can persuade him to transport us to Tewhanga.”

Travelling overland to Kokoru was one of the options I had been considering. Even if TM’s cousin can’t take us to Tewhanga, there’s likely to be a southbound coastal trading ship calling at Kokoru within a matter of days.

Having satisfied the medics that we are healthy and fit for the mission ahead, I make inquiries with the stagecoach service about transport to Kokoru. The regular service that leaves at ten o’clock in the morning is fully booked, but the early morning mail service that departs six hours earlier can take us. It means getting up at a ridiculous hour of the night, but it is better than losing a day of our precious time.

 
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