Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 57: The Ribbean Sea
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 57: The Ribbean Sea - 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
We leave Verda early the next morning on what is going to be the longest leg of our journey. Jaro ensured that everything to do with the ship was checked at least twice before we departed. There are no major settlements between Verda and our next intended stop at Bardos, unless we take an extra three-day south-west diversion via the port of Valadolis. If we break down or run out of anything, then we are on our own. Few trading ships travel directly between Verda and Bardos as the distance is too far for most laden steamships to travel without running out of fuel. Even for the lightly loaded Esme’ the distance is ambitious, but I trust Jaro’s judgement.
According to Nuncio’s charts, Bardos is almost directly west of our current location. Hopefully Jaro’s and Nuncio’s decision to approach the Ribbean Sea along a more southerly course will avoid the worst of the mid-ocean tempests. Gregori’s memoires recall encountering fierce storms and mountainous waves on his journey. I now realise that he probably travelled along a more direct route to reach his destination. Even though his sailing ships were much slower than the Esme’, they could travel without needing to worry about having a coaling station within range. However, it appears that the shorter route is much more hazardous.
Apart from the small islands housing the coaling stations, we have been out-of-sight of land ever since we left Tewhanga. That has given us the impression that we are now a long way from any large land mass. Nuncio’s charts show me that the impression is false. Apparently we have never been more than a day’s journey from the coast of the huge land mass that borders the eastern edge of the ocean. However, that’s about to change. For the next week we will be travelling away from the land to the east and traversing the wide ocean towards the western lands.
Although the weather remains fine, the swell of the ocean is noticeably different. The waves are much taller and the ship is tossed about more violently. A few waves slosh over the deck, with some of the water penetrating the engine room air vents, and giving those in the engine room an unexpected shower. After a while, Jaro orders a slight change in course so that the ship isn’t buffeted about so much. If this is what mid-ocean is like in fine weather, I dread to think what a tempest would be like. The storm we encountered shortly after leaving Tewhanga now seems relatively mild.
The opportunities for TM and me to have sex are limited. With more crew on duty day and night, there are relatively few occasions when Arona is on duty, when TM and I are not. My own sexual urges are kept in check by the exhilaration I feel as the Esmeralda battles the ocean currents. TM is probably a bit disappointed, particularly as he and Arona were having sex multiple times a day when she was in heat. While I’ve never managed to go a whole fortnight when I’m in heat without having sex at least once, I was being truthful when I told Jaro and Gaelan that I can suppress my sexual urges ... usually.
Although we see dark storm clouds to the north of us, we only encounter a few days of strong winds and rough seas. Jaro has obviously made the right decision to bring us along this southerly course. While we don’t need to bring the extra sacks of coal out of the hold, the ship’s bunkers are looking very bare by the time we next see land ahead of us.
“Bardos is on the south side of the island ahead,” says Nuncio as I look at the island we are approaching.
“How far to the island where the tower is located?” I ask.
“A day’s travel ... perhaps two ... maybe three,” says Nuncio, suddenly appearing very unsure of his navigation.
“Why so long?” I ask, looking at his chart. “The island with the tower looks to be fairly close. Surely the Esme’ can make that distance in less than a day?”
“Ah ... Um ... I confess that I’m not exactly sure which of these islands is the one with the tower. It has been many years since I was last here.”
“But it’s definitely on one of these islands shown on your chart?” I ask, worried about TM’s reaction when he hears this news.
“Yes ... yes ... I’m fairly sure it’s on one of these islands.”
“Fairly sure!?!” I practically scream. “Why did you assure me that you knew of the tower’s location?”
“TM wouldn’t have let us come on this journey with only a vague assurance we were going to be looking in the right place.”
“But you’ve definitely seen the tower somewhere around here?” I ask, getting very worried that this is going to be a wasted trip, and the disastrous consequences of failure on my future career.
“Yes. I’ve definitely seen a tower like you described,” says Nuncio. “Of that I’m certain. Perhaps someone in Bardos will know the exact location?”
“Hmm. Well, I suppose we can ask,” I reply. “But make sure TM doesn’t know of this. He’ll be insufferable if he realises that he’s been misled.”
We reach the harbour around midday. There are several vessels in the harbour, although most are sailing ships. Only a few ships are steam powered, and all appear to be even older than the Esmeralda. Jaro tells me that Bardos mainly services trade between the ports dotted along the western land mass. Trade with the eastern lands usually travels via Valadolis. A more northerly route up the west coast before turning north-east towards Delga carries a much higher risk of encountering floating ice, which is why Jaro preferred the route we have taken. Every captain seems to avoid crossing the central part of the ocean.
The coaling wharf is unoccupied when we arrive, so we are able to begin coaling at once. Since the Esme’s bunkers are nearly empty, refuelling is a long task that requires all the crew to help. For once I use my role as leader of the expedition to excuse myself from helping to load coal. Instead Nuncio and I head off into the town to make inquiries about the tower. I would like to bring Arona with me, but doing so would mean bringing TM as well. He’s the last person I want to know about the reason for Nuncio’s and my trip ashore.
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