Elf Maidens of Thurn
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 79: The High Marshal
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 79: The High Marshal - 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 doubt my worn clothes are worth salvaging, but I don’t refuse Ester’s offer to have them repaired. A screen in the corner of the room hides a tiled area used for ablutions. While I’ve seen a shower before in Thur, this one is far older and yet more sophisticated. There’s no manual device to start and stop the flow of water. Instead the water flows as soon as I stand under the overhead nozzle.
As it is easier for Ester to help me wash if we both stand under the flowing water, she removes her own clothes as well. We are both standing naked in the tiled washing area when someone arrives at the door to our room. Ester has no qualms about walking to the door naked to collect the clothing she had requested. I continue to scrub myself as best I can while wearing shackles. The water stops flowing the moment I step out from under the shower head. Ester has dried and dressed herself while I was completing my wash. She comes over to help dry me with a large towel.
Ester gathers my damaged clothing, and picks up the leather collar that I removed from my neck to enable me to wash. She’s about to take the collar away when I insist that she helps me put it back on. Wearing the collar is the symbol of my union with Tayn, and I don’t wish to lose it. Ester is mystified by my insistence, but doesn’t refuse. As for my ‘foreigner clothing’, then the matching set of clothes is nothing more than a simple wrap around skirt and a sleeveless top that fastens with four ties behind my neck and back. I suspect the plain colours and thin material are designed to convey a feeling of inferiority in the wearer. The attempt at intimidation is wasted on me since I was accustomed to such trickery during my adolescence in Thur.
“Tell me a bit about the history of Floren,” I ask Ester when it looks as though we will be waiting for a while.
My simple request draws Ester out of her funk. It soon becomes apparent that Floren history is a topic close to Ester’s heart. She may not be an expert, but she’s certainly well versed in the subject.
“Much of Floren’s ancient history has been lost,” begins Ester. “In ancient times it was known by a different name, but historians cannot agree on what name. Consequently we always refer to its modern name regardless of the era of the events. A city has existed here for over a thousand years, although it is now much smaller than in ancient times. Floren was originally an inland city, but the rising seas and eroding coast brought the sea to the outer reaches of the city.
“When the ancient civilisation started to collapse, many different attempts were made to preserve the future of mankind. All the grand projects eventually failed, with the sole exception of the hibernation chambers you call Potiora. As you know, the hibernation chambers were filled with young genetically modified humans ... supposedly a better species of human.”
“Yes, I’ve read about the origins of the Potiora races,” I interrupt. “But how does Floren fit into the picture?”
“The hibernation chamber on Madiana was populated by those created at the laboratory in Floren. Inside this very complex, in fact. The scientists called the race they designed ‘Floren A’. However, for every person who entered hibernation, there were many more people born with modified genes that failed to meet the level of purity required.
“What became of those who were modified but then rejected?” I ask.
“For a while they coexisted with the human society that created them. However, those were turbulent times, with wars, plagues and natural disasters constantly eroding civilisation. The wealth and power of the forebears of the ‘Floren A’ offspring enabled the ‘Floren A’ descendants to wrest control over Floren and the neighbouring region. But the modifications meant that ‘Floren A’ were only able to reproduce with each other. Civilisation continued to collapse and many ‘old humans’ and ‘Floren A’ died. Eventually, maintaining power and control over Floren required ruthless measures against the ‘old human’ population. A wall was built to divide and protect the two races from each other. The Domain became the fortified zone that you see around you. Only those who are sufficiently ‘Floren A’ pure can reside within the Domain.
“When the extinction of pureblooded ‘Floren A’ seemed imminent, scientists developed fertility drugs that would enable ‘old human’ women to mate with pureblood ‘Floren A’ males. For decades the treatments failed to produce more than human children with a few traces of ‘Floren A’ genes. Few offspring were sufficiently pure to be allowed to live in the Domain. However, further research eventually enabled more effective drugs to be developed. My mother, the Seneschal, was one of those treated with the latest fertility drugs, and I and my siblings are the result. However, despite the best efforts of Floren’s scientists, neither I nor my siblings are sufficiently ‘Floren A’ pure to enable us to communicate with the Wisdom Machine. The High Marshal is the last pureblood ‘Floren A’, which is why rumours of the reactivation of the Wisdom Machine on Madiana is so important to us. But until your capture, we had no idea whether the the reactivation was triggered by a pureblood ‘Floren A’, or someone from another modified race.”
“What do you know of the history of those who emerged from the Madiana Potiora centuries ago?” I ask, still wary of revealing too much.
“Until recently the ‘Floren A’ from the Madiana hibernation chamber were believed to be extinct,” says Ester. “Many years ago, a volcanic eruption killed most of them, and the survivors later became victims of pirate raids. We knew some of the women had been taken to Thurn, but our Wisdom Machine said they eventually died in slavery with no male descendants. A small ‘Floren A’ population was located on Bardos. However, they were identified as descendants of people who had fled from Floren many years ago, and were therefore insufficiently pure to communicate with the Wisdom Machine. Your arrival here is a surprise to everyone.”
“Hmm. A good or bad surprise?” I ask, mulling over the revelation that Tayn’s ancestors may not be among those who emerged from the Aegle Potiora.
“To those of us who are sufficiently ‘Floren A’ pure to reside within the Domain, then you are potentially our saviour. As for the rest of the Floren population, your arrival may receive a less enthusiastic reception. However, access to the knowledge of the Wisdom Machine is crucial to Floren’s survival regardless of race, and only pureblood members of one of the modified races can achieve that.”
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