Chapter 7: A glimmer of hope.

Over the next few days, Cassandra is a whirlwind of activity. Our plan to reassign the cloisters as a home and workplace for the elves starts coming together. The Elven Council have confirmed the cloisters are suitable and the Emperor has given his approval for the cloisters to be re-designated as an elven ghetto. It would be better if the law requiring elves to live in ghettos was repealed, but that would take too much time to put into effect. Arrangements are made for the elves to move to the cloisters in stages spread over a few weeks.

On a personal matter, DF36 came into heat today, and I wasted no time before fucking her. We’ve both been waiting for this moment to cement our contractual relationship. My relationship with Cassandra has developed far beyond the close friendship we had when we were studying history together. I’m still not certain what her feelings really are about my relationship with DF36, other than she seems to want to participate in any sex play between us.

Cassandra seems to be in a lustful mood when she joins us at my house later that afternoon. We spend several hours playing increasingly lewd and fanciful sex games. This is a side of Cassandra I never knew existed but I’m eager to participate in satisfying her sexual cravings. My cock is getting plenty of exercise and so far I’ve not had to plead for a respite. That, in part, is because DF36 and Cassandra seem happy to use DF36’s leather cock to satisfy themselves while I’m recovering from my latest exertions.

I invite Cassandra to stay for an evening meal which she readily accepts. That in turn leads to her staying the night. Her appetite for sex seems to know no bounds now that she’s discovered she can have an orgasm when not in heat.

The sleeping arrangements in my bed are cramped, but no worse than the sleeping spaces in the elven workshops. I’m sure Cassandra will be used to a large bed all to herself, but she is enthusiastic enough to snuggle close to DF36 and me.

The next morning it takes over an hour of sexual games before we mutually agree that we should all do some work. I leave DF36 to her work while Cassandra and I return to my office. During our walk to work, Cassandra reveals her idea of how we might be able to improve the life of elves and make progress in addressing the so-called Elf Maiden problem. I mull over what Cassandra proposes.

“So you are saying that men, like myself, with an Elf Maiden companion, should share the sexual experience with a Thurnian woman. Much like what the three of us did yesterday and this morning.”

“Exactly,” says Cassandra.

“But how are Thurnian women going to make it known of their interest in participating in sex?” I ask. “It isn’t the sort of thing you can just walk up to a stranger and ask them to fuck you. The Thurnian women I know would never venture into one of the elven brothels for sex.”

“I think there will need to be more long-term relationships between Thurnian men and women. Casual sex works alright when it is confined to the rutting season, but for regular sexual contact, I think a more permanent relationship arrangement needs to be made.”

“You mean like marriage?” I ask.

While long-term relationships and marriage between Thurnian men and women are rare, they aren’t completely non-existent. If Cassandra’s idea takes root, then it is likely there will be an increase in formal and informal marriage arrangements. However, such a social change will take years to come about. I’m not sure the Chief Procurator is going to be that patient.

“So how do you propose to get the whole idea going?”

“I shall use my influence in Thurnian society to set an example. I shall marry a Thurnian man and move in with him and his Elf Maiden.”

“And who have you chosen for this honour?” I ask.

“Silly man. You, of course. You will agree to marry me, I presume?”

“Um ... Err ... Yes, of course. But my modest house is going to be a bit cramped with three of us living there.”

“There will be four of us,” replies Cassandra. “I think we should invite your Elf Maiden’s sister to be a part of our arrangement. That way we have an Elf Maiden in heat for most of the month. I have money, so I’m sure we can find suitable accommodation for the four of us.”

“DF36 has a name,” I reply, trying to prompt Cassandra to use it.

“No, she has a serial number. It’s a cruel imposition our forebears used to humiliate and demean elves. I fully intend to have my father repeal that odious law.”

By the end of the day, we have developed the idea Cassandra proposed into a detailed plan for the Emperor’s approval. If enough Thurnian women adopt the idea, then a solution to the housing of Elf Maidens could soon be found. While marriage has previously been a rarity, most Thurnian men and women have close friends among the opposite sex. Long-term relationships could soon develop from those friendships. If one or two Elf Maidens were included in each new relationship, then the law requiring Elf Maidens to live in ghettos would soon become obsolete.

We return to my house after work and join DF36 for an evening meal. Afterwards we discuss Cassandra’s proposal with DF36, and discover that she wholeheartedly supports the idea. She even offers to approach her sister about her joining our new family arrangement.

When we are ready to resume our sex play, DF36 shows Cassandra her latest leather creation. It’s the oiled leather cock Cassandra ordered. Only this is quite different from the one DF36 uses. Cassandra’s leather cock seems to have two cocks back to back. The design starts to make sense when DF36 demonstrates it’s use for Cassandra. If they position their bodies so they lie cunt-to-cunt, they can use Cassandra’s leather cock to fuck each other at the same time. If my cock wasn’t so exhausted I would feel a twinge of jealousy. However, it is only the start of a wild sexual adventure as we each push each other’s boundaries.