Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 75: Unwelcome Discovery
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 75: Unwelcome Discovery - 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
Tayn and I part company with Arona on the north shore of the inlet. While Arona will take the trail north to the Aegle Tower, Tayn and I intend to turn west and search the dense forest for ruins of an ancient town. For several years, Tayn has made a living by scavenging through the ruins of an ancient settlement on Bardos. Having discovered most of the accessible artefacts there, he is delighted to learn from Aegle that two ancient towns were once here on Madiana. Unfortunately we only have a vague idea of their location. While both towns were once on the coast, the shifting shoreline over the centuries means their ruins may well be some distance inland ... or under the sea.
“The longboat will be collecting me from this location at noon, five days from now,” says Arona as we part company. “If you need a ride back to Kainga, be here by then.”
Five days should be ample time for us to explore the area. I’ve no experience in searching for ancient ruins, but I have every faith in Tayn’s skills. It takes less than twenty minutes for me to revise my estimate of the task ahead of us. Parts of the forest are so dense that it is easy to lose your bearings. Clearings at irregular intervals enable the direction of the sun to be determined, so we don’t become completely disoriented and lost.
There are few large predators on Madiana, but smaller creatures can be just as dangerous. A breed of poisonous spider has already claimed the life of one Tomyris adolescent. Some of the plants are equally hazardous, although only if you try eating them. The thorns on a species of large bush can cause itching and a rash, but fortunately nothing lethal. Teuila has spent time teaching me the hazards of the local flora and fauna, so I feel as prepared as I can be for this venture.
We mark our trail carefully so we can find our way back to where we parted company with Arona. Our markers will also warn us should we start walking in circles. The excellent hearing that all of our race enjoy means that I can use the sound of the waves as a guide even though the sea is out of sight. The ground isn’t too difficult to cross. Unlike the forest near the Aegle Tower, there are no steep rises or falls in the ground.
“Keep an eye open for anything that seems out of place,” says Tayn when we enter a large clearing a few hours later.
“Like what?” I ask.
“Shaped stones, discarded tools, pottery, metal objects ... anything that doesn’t look natural.”
“Do you think this area is where the old town was located?” I ask, unable to see any difference in this clearing to the several others we’ve already passed through.
“I’m not sure. There are several reasons that a clearing exists. The verdant undergrowth discounts the possibility that ground is tainted by an excess of any mineral. A clearing could be created by natural events ... storms, floods and the like. Alternatively, an old tree that once covered the canopy with its branches can leave a clearing when it dies. Or the clearing could be caused by human activity.”
“What makes you think this clearing may be created by humans?” I ask.
“The clearing is too large to be created by the death of a single tree ... or even a group of them. Storms tend to form clearings in the lowest lying ground, whereas this clearing is slightly higher than the surrounding forest to the east. It could still be a natural clearing, but there’s a possibility this is where we need to look.”
“Okay. Then perhaps we should make camp in this clearing and spend time giving the area a thorough search. We crossed a stream a short distance back, so we can refill our waterskins when we need.”
While I’ve slept in the open before, Tayn has clearly never done so. We have a small tent among our supplies, and I leave Tayn to pitch it while I survey the nearby area. I hear the sound of the waves, so I take a short excursion through the trees to see if the ocean is nearby. I can still turn around and see the clearing behind me when I get a glimpse the ocean through the trees. From the angle of the late afternoon sun, I must be looking towards the southwest. That will explain why I cannot see the southern shore of the inlet, although we may have travelled beyond the mouth of the inlet. I’m tempted to go down to the shore to take bearings, but I’d promised Tayn that I wouldn’t wander too far.
By the time I return to Tayn he has pitched the tent and he’s busy laying out bedding. It’s far too early to go to sleep, but I don’t play the innocent. I’m still in heat and the consequential urge to fuck has overcome Tayn’s selfrestraint. While I can suppress my carnal urges when necessary, I see no reason to do so at the moment.
“You packed a leash in your kit for this expedition?” I observe when Tayn moves to clip the leash onto my collar. “Why?”
“I felt it wise to bring something to restrain you when you surrender to desire. We had to leave the binding ropes and your bells behind, so we are short of toys to use during sex.”
The ropes might have been useful if we needed to climb anywhere, but I agree that my bells would have been inappropriate while navigating the wilderness. Moving in silence can sometimes be the difference between avoiding an unwelcome encounter and confronting a dangerous situation. It’s unfortunate I am destined to forget this sage advice.
In intimate situations, the leash is no longer a public symbol of Tayn’s and my devotion to each other, but a means of demonstrating my submission to Tayn during sex. While I generally defend my independence from male domination, I happily participate in these male ego soothing games. Sex with Tayn is far more rewarding for both of us when Tayn believes that he’s my lord and master.
I’m naked in next to no time. Tayn roughly mauls my body as I play the part of a helpless maiden captured by a lustful pirate. It’s all a game, but one that invariably leads to some wonderful orgasms. Over time I’m teaching Tayn some new positions for sex. Once advantage of being an Elf Maiden is my familiarity with different ways in which to satisfy the carnal lust of males of any race, while also satisfying my own sexual needs. The only males that seem impervious to my wiles are those who are ‘old human’. For some unknown reason they are unmoved by the scent of an Elf Maiden in heat. The men living on Bardos seem to enjoy the sight of an elf as much as ogling a pretty human woman. Judging by the bulge in their trousers it isn’t as though they dislike the look of an elven body. It’s just that they don’t feel inclined to fuck an elf.