Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 58: The Shore Party.
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 58: The Shore Party. - 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
By the time we get closer to shore the sun has risen higher, and the object is no longer silhouetted by the sunlight. If it is a Potiora tower, then it should rise twenty metres or more above the treetops. Unfortunately, the densely forested hill behind the location makes it impossible to make out the outline of a tower protruding from the trees nearer to us.
“I suggest you take a small group ashore and investigate,” says Jaro. “We’ll anchor the Esme’ in the bay and land the party using the jolly boat.”
“How far inland do you think we need to go to reach the object we saw?” I ask Jaro and Nuncio.
“It’s difficult to know,” muses Nuncio. “We only caught a glimpse of it. In that thick forest you could walk within twenty metres of it and not notice it.”
I select who should come with me while Harry and Roland prepare the jolly boat. There’s no sign of habitation anywhere nearby, and we’ve no idea what dangers may lurk in the forest. The natural odour of elves is supposedly a defensive mechanism against wild animals, but I’ve never been in a situation where I’ve had to put it to the test. Only Nyra has been taught how to use a weapon, and she’s never used the staff she has brought with her beyond friendly sparring. My selection of a shore party must also leave enough crew to manage the ship.
“If Harry and Roland can row us ashore, I’ll take Arona, TM, Nyra and Maia with me to explore the forest,” I say to Jaro when we discuss the selection of those I should take.
“I prefer that TM stay aboard the Esme,” says Jaro. “And Harry and Roland will need to return to the ship once they’ve taken you ashore. We can’t risk too many of us on a venture into a wild forest. Storms can arrive without warning, and I’ll need enough crew to sail the Esme’ to safety.”
While I think Jaro is being overly cautious, I’m not in a position to overrule him. I agree to limit the shore party to Arona, Nyra, Maia and me. Although we intend to return to the ship before dusk, we pack enough food and equipment for an overnight stay should the need arise. It’s only later that I realise that Jaro wants TM to stay on the ship in case the shore party never returns. Obtaining the second half of his payment may be difficult if Jaro returns to Tewhanga without at least one of TM, Arona and me aboard the Esme’.
“I’ll send the jolly boat to meet you at dusk,” says Jaro. “If you need the boat before then, you should signal from the beach. I’ll keep someone on watch in the crows nest while you are ashore. If you’re not at the rendezvous by dusk then the boat will return to the ship and we’ll wait for your signal in the morning. Please understand that I cannot spare more crew to come looking for you should you become lost.”
I always knew that this exploration would carry some risk. Now that I’m faced with the reality of entering a dense forest in an unknown land far from home, I suddenly feel very nervous. However, backing out now will achieve nothing and doom my research to failure. I must show confidence in my actions if I expect others to follow me.
Despite the butterflies in my stomach, I board the jolly boat that has been mounted onto a pair of davits ready to be lowered into the sea. Arona, Nyra and Maia follow closely behind me. Harry and Roland operate the winch that lowers us into the sea, before sliding down the cables and joining us in the jolly boat. They detach the cables and push us clear of Esme’s hull.
The journey to shore is an experience in itself. Although the sea is relatively calm, the small boat tosses about in the waves. As we near the shore we ride the waves towards the beach. Harry and Roland do their best to control where we land. Eventually a large wave pushes us onto the beach, leaving us parked on the sand. We grab our bags and quickly scramble higher up the beach, clear of the incoming waves.
Arona and I return to the boat to help Harry and Roland relaunch the jolly boat. Once they are in control of the boat, Arona and I return to dry land. We watch them for a few minutes as they battle their way through the surf towards the Esme’.
From the beach we can see very little of what lies beyond the line of trees along the shoreline. Nuncio gave me a compass and instructions on the direction we should travel. The dense forest makes it impossible to walk in a straight line, and finding our way back to the beach will be equally hard.
Fortunately, Nyra has come prepared with a spool of white ribbon and a knife. It doesn’t help us chart a course to the object we saw from the ship, but by tying some ribbon onto a bush or tree every so often, we can at least retrace our steps.
So far we’ve only seen the occasional bird, although the sounds of the forest suggest there are animals about. I toy with the idea of one of us climbing a tall tree to scout the land around us. However, until we are sure there are no dangerous tree-dwelling animals nearby, I don’t want to risk one of us being trapped up a tree.
Nuncio estimated that what we saw was several hundred metres inland. We cover the distance in around fifteen minutes. Needless to say, there’s no sign of a tower, or anything other than more trees and bushes.
“One of us will need to climb a tree,” says Nyra. “We could wander around in this forest for days and never find whatever we saw.”
Despite hearing the occasional animal noise, we’ve not seen anything dangerous so far. Nor have we seen any sign of human life. In a way, I feel disappointed. Even if we find the tower, there appears to be every likelihood that it is abandoned. Making contact with my forebears is as important to me as discovering the location of the seventh Potiora. Of course, I’m getting ahead of myself, since so far we’ve found nothing.
Maia is the nimblest of our party. Along with her intelligent curiosity, it’s one of the reasons I chose her to join us. Maia is eager to prove her worth, and she readily agrees to climb a nearby tall tree to study the land around us. I hand Maia the compass so that she can take a bearing on anything of interest. Nyra hands Maia her knife in case she encounters any nasty surprises in the upper branches of the tree. Fortunately, Maia doesn’t disturb more than a few birds, and after five minutes she reaches the upper branches.
“I see it!” exclaims Maia from high above us. “About fifty metres away, just to the north of us.”
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