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Elf Maidens of Thurn

Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane

Chapter 56: Warm Seas

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 56: Warm Seas - 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  

I feel less terrified of ocean travel having successfully weathered my first storm at sea. Of course, Jaro, Gaelan, Nuncio and Valeria are old hands, and the recent rough weather is nothing they haven’t endured many times before. For the rest of us, it was a sudden introduction into the life of a sailor. I’m unsure whether I’m glad the storm struck so early in our voyage as it did, or if a few days of calm weather beforehand might have helped calm my terror as the Esme’ tossed about in the storm.

The Esme’ keeps travelling at night, so at least three of us must be working the ship at all times. Tonight I’m on duty with Nuncio and Yesha. While Nuncio takes the helm, I help Yesha in the engine room. By now we must be far out to sea. According to Nuncio there are no hazards in our path that require an additional lookout posting. The wheelhouse provides the helmsman an excellent view of the waters ahead, and the calm clear night provides good visibility. Nevertheless, we display two lights on our mast to warn of our presence, in case we encounter another ship.

“How long have you worked at the breakers yard?” I ask Yesha.

“Just over a year,” replies Yesha. “The factory owner in Thurn where I used to work wanted me to join his harem. I’d heard enough rumours about his harem to know not to accept. I took the opportunity to move to Tewhanga.”

“Surely you’re too young to enter into a harem contract?” I query.

Biology makes adolescent elves sexually inactive. I’m not a legal expert, but I’m sure the once common sexual contracts between Thurnian men and elves require the elf to be an adult. Such harems are far less common these days, but they’re not illegal, and a few still exist.

“My age didn’t seem to be a barrier to the man’s desires. I’m not sure what he expected of me, but I wasn’t going to wait around to find out.”

Yesha is attractive, albeit she’s more muscular than a typical female elf. However, until she matures into an adult, she is incapable of sexual activity. I suspect both Yesha and Nyra will mature into Elf Maidens rather than Atenex adults, but I’ve not broached the delicate subject of their heritage with them. While these days the law provides adolescent elves with some legal protection, it isn’t always easy for a young elf to obtain justice. The slightest hint of an elf having Elf Maiden heritage sabotages any claim of sexual harassment, regardless of the elf’s age.

Yesha’s experience at the breakers yard means that she understands the different components of a ship’s engine. One of her duties at the yard was to dismantle old engines, so that usable items could be resold as spare parts. She delights in educating me on the mechanics of the Esme’s boiler and engine. Understanding the purpose of all the various pipes, valves and gauges makes me less afraid of the mechanical monster that powers the ship.

On the fifth day of our journey we approach our first refuelling stop. According to Nuncio, the huge ocean we are sailing upon is bounded to the east and west by continuous stretches of land. To the north and south of the ocean are the treacherous ice covered seas that provide a variable boundary to travel in those directions. Within the vast area of ocean are numerous islands, with Thurn and Tewhanga sitting on one of the larger ones. Nuncio says that scattered among the larger islands and main land masses are sixteen major ports, such as Tewhanga, that facilitate ocean going trade between the various pockets of human habitation. As travel between the ports is often too far for a steamship to travel without refuelling, a network of coaling stations have been established on various small islands. We are approaching one such location.

“It’s a lot warmer here than in Thurn,” I say to Jaro as I watch our approach to the chain of islands ahead. The island of Delga is to be our first refuelling stop.

“Yes,” replies Jaro. “It will get warmer still as we travel south. On this side of the ocean, the warm ocean current flows northwards towards Thurn, helping to drive back the ice sheets from Thurn’s northern coast. The ice penetrates much further south on the western side of the ocean where the waters are cooler.”

The bay that houses the coaling station is empty of ships when we arrive. While most ships travelling to and from Tewhanga will call here to refuel, there are only a few other trade routes where ships would use this particular station on their journey. Despite the lack of traffic, the refuelling station is well stocked with coal.

Re-coaling the Esmeralda is a slow and back-breaking task that forms part of the young elves and Mariners duties. Gaelan oversees the whole process while Jaro and Nuncio trade news with the locals. Jaro manages to sell some of the cargo we are carrying, although most of it is intended for our next refuelling stop.

We depart Delga at daybreak the next day. Our course now changes from south-west to south-east. It’s necessary diversion to avoid a storm-prone area in the centre of the ocean. We are now approaching more heavily used sea lanes. The following morning we make our first sighting of another ship. The other ship is much larger than the Esmeralda, and is travelling across our path. As is customary, the two ships exchange brief messages via signal lamp when they are closest to each other.

“Why do passing ships exchange signals?” I ask Nuncio as he is showing me his charts and our current position.

“To identify ourselves, and to pass on any warnings,” says Nuncio. “Ships occasionally go missing, and any search is made easier if a recent sighting and course is recorded. Although ice is rarely a problem this far south, warnings about floating ice are always exchanged.”

“So, if anything happens to the Esmeralda, someone will come looking for us?” I ask.

“In our case, probably not,” says Nuncio. “We aren’t on a regular trading voyage, and our course will take us into little travelled waters once we pass our next refuelling stop at Verda.”

“Can you show me our intended course on your charts?” I ask.

 
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