Elf Maidens of Thurn

Volume 2: The Legend of Katarine

A sequel to Volume 1 of the Elf Maidens of Thurn, set sixty years later.

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Chapter 51: Satisfying Tamaz

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"Come back to bed, Katarine?" pleads Tamaz.

"Don't be impatient, Tamaz," I reply with a sigh. "I'll give your cock plenty of exercise before we go to sleep. But I must complete my report. I promised the professor a complete copy of the first part by tomorrow."

"Well you can always flash you pretty titties at him and ask for an extension of time," continues Tamaz.

That's certainly an option I could employ. The professor has been sneaking a peek down my blouse on several occasions when he thinks I'm not paying attention. I'm not entirely innocent of causing that invasion of my privacy. Despite the perfume I wear when I'm in heat, we are both subconsciously responding to my powerful sexual pheromones. It could be worse. The professor would be all over me like strawberry jam if he discovered that I was an Elf Maiden.

Four races emerged from this land's hibernation chambers, or Potiora, several centuries ago; the Atenex, Thurn, Merope and Phebes. Although Elf Maidens look the same as Atenex, we aren't identical. There are tiny differences between our two versions of 'elves' that only experts can distinguish. Elf Maidens apparently originate from a different Potiora, located far across the ocean. My forebears arrived here when a group of a hundred or so Elf Maidens were brought to Thurn over a century ago.

These days the term Elf Maiden is often used as an insult to imply that a woman is an illiterate whore. It's an unfair slur that ignores the fact that there are hundreds of pure blood Elf Maidens like me who are well educated, and work in perfectly normal occupations. Contrary to popular myth, I don't drop my panties at the sight of every male I encounter when I'm in heat.

I'm not ashamed that I'm an Elf Maiden and that Thurnian men find me sexually desirable. I simply don't broadcast my heritage in order to avoid the impact of social prejudices. For decades, Elf Maidens in Thurn were regarded as nothing more than breeding stock to keep Thurn's factories, mines and farms supplied with cheap expendable child labour. Adolescent 'elves' were treated like animals and made to work in serf-like conditions. When they reached adulthood, and became Elf Maidens, the powerful urge to mate dominated the rest of their lives. Some Elf Maidens entered into contracts with Thurnian men and joined their harems, while others lived in elven ghettos within easy reach of men wanting sex. Thurnian men are attracted to Elf Maidens like flies to dung, which is more or less how Elf Maidens were ... are ... usually regarded. The end of the Thurn civil war, sixty years ago, stopped the discrimination against elves of all kinds ... at least in theory. In practise, many still regard Elf Maidens as readily available sex objects.

Evolution may eventually erase that discrimination, although not in my lifetime. Mixed-race children of either gender are now relatively common between couples of different races ... unless the mother is an Elf Maiden. For some reason there remains a high likelihood that a baby born to an Elf Maiden will be a clone of her mother.

The genetic barrier to birthing mixed race children is eroding in all Potiora races from one generation to the next, but it is doing so at a much slower rate in Elf Maidens. With the dilution of the genetic barrier comes a dampening in the sexual desire to reproduce. Consequently wild elven orgies are much tamer affairs than in the past. The brief Thurnian Rutting Season still occurs, but it affects fewer and fewer Thurnian women, most of whom are now fertile for longer spells throughout the year. Only Elf Maidens retain a burning need for sex while in heat.

Atenex scientists speculate that this gradual change in our reproduction pattern is something our ancient ancestors intended when they tinkered with human genes before placing our forebears in hibernation. The initial need to reproduce rapidly once our forebears emerged from hibernation certainly helped to repopulate the world after our ancestors virtually destroyed it.

I'm not sure if Tamaz suspects that I'm an Elf Maiden. Like most people, he will assume that I've Atenex heritage, the more numerous and socially acceptable version of 'elves'. Like most of us of 'elven' heritage, I keep my enlarged ears hidden under my long flowing hair, and my tell-tale body odour disguised with perfumes.

Using my sexual prowess on the professor is unnecessary in my current situation. I'm not far from completing the first part of my research. Meeting the professor's deadline is well within reach, and delivering my work on time will look good when my research grant next comes up for review. If only Tamaz wasn't so needy ... my fault I suppose. When I'm in heat, men of all races are attracted to me like a magnet. My own rampant sexual desires mean I encourage such lust. Fortunately, in another few days everything will revert to normal.

"Not this time, Tamaz," I reply. "My research grant is due for review in three months, and I can't afford to lose it because of late submission of my work."

"Bah! Who is interested in anything to do with pre-civil war Thurnian society? That's all ancient history. Although I admit those randy Elf Maidens, or whatever they were called, must have had a lot of fun."

"Sixty years ago hardly qualifies as 'ancient history', Tamaz," I reply, mindful that the usual forty year lifespan of all the different races that emerged from the hibernation chambers, makes Tamaz's observation valid. "And I doubt 'fun' is the right word to describe the contribution Elf Maidens made to Thurnian society. Contrary to popular myth, Elf Maidens, and their offspring, played a major role in what has evolved into our current society. That's why the professor wants me to help fill the gaps in our histories."

"Sounds boring, but let me hear some of what you've written."

"OK," I reply, taken by surprise at Tamaz's sudden interest in my work.

"Great. Lie on the bed. Roll over onto your front and lift your arse. I'll fuck you while you read to me."

"Seriously?" I laugh, playfully swatting his grasping arms. "OK. OK. I'll do it."

My narration of my work is interrupted when Tamaz decides to roll me over and fuck me while I'm lying on my back. I push my report to one side as he repositions himself. I spread my legs wide, anticipating his next move. His cock is heavenly as it pushes deep inside my cunt, satisfying my own burning sexual needs. I've no complaints about the length and girth of Tamaz's cock when he's fully aroused. Ever since puberty, I've desired a man's cock inside me as often as possible during the two weeks each month when I'm in heat. Tamaz likes to think of me as his fuck toy, but I'm equally guilty of using him for my own pleasure.

My own orgasms are easily triggered and I have learned to keep them well disguised. Some men believe that sexual pleasure from fucking is their sole privilege. I've known men who get grumpy if the object of his cock's invasion achieves an orgasm before he shoots his load. Tamaz is more considerate than most men I've fucked, but I still massage his ego by letting him believe that he's the dominant partner. Some men I've fucked have treated me like a whore. It's something I will tolerate if they have a cock to match their attitude. Unfortunately, it's usually men making up for their lack of equipment who display such arrogant behaviour.

Eventually Tamaz decides to revert to our original positions and gain his pleasure from reaming my arse. I pick up my report and resume reading my work. Suddenly Tamaz pushes the report to one side and gives me an extra hard thrust with his cock. He comes with a shout of triumph and I can feel his cum filling the inside of my arse. I've always found Tamaz to be a great partner for sex, and his ability to shoot plenty of cum is one of his strengths.

"That was great," sighs Tamaz when he finally withdraws his cock. "We must do that again in the morning."

"Huh? You find me reading to you while you fuck me to be a huge turn on?" I ask as I grab a towel to mop up the cum dribbling from my arse.

"More that you are on your hands and knees pretending to ignore my assault on your arse as I ream your innards," replies Tamaz, borrowing the towel to wipe his still swollen cock.

I'm not sure what Tamaz finds particularly sexy about that, but if it helps me finish my work on time, then I'm game. I put away my work and draw Tamaz towards me. The fucking was great but what I need now is something more gentle and loving. Tamaz is happy to oblige.

The swelling of Tamaz's cock against my leg rouses me from my sleep around five o'clock in the morning. Tamaz is still asleep and obviously having an erotic dream. His cock soon swells into a magnificent beast. I could take advantage of the situation and guide his cock into my rapidly moistening cunt. Is it possible to ride a man's cock without him consciously knowing? I'm tempted to find out, but I resist the urge. I didn't get as far as I intended with reviewing my work last night. Consequently I grab my report off the floor and resume reading my work.

A short while later, my reading is interrupted by a wet sticky feeling on the back of my legs.

"Have you just come in your sleep or were you masturbating while I was working?" I ask Tamaz who is lying beside me looking like a contented cat.

"Does it matter?" asks Tamaz. "I've given you breakfast if you've a mind to eat it."

This is one of the more messy games that Tamaz and I play. Usually he has me deep throat his cock so he can shoot his cum directly into my mouth. But I'm not averse to playing this game. I reach behind me and scoop dollops of his cum off my legs.

"Want to share?" I ask, knowing that he will refuse. Tamaz will eat my wet pussy, but savouring his own salty cum like this is something he avoids.

"We need a shower," says Tamaz once I've consumed most of his cum. "My shift starts in forty minutes."

We promptly move to the bathroom and share a hot steamy shower. It leaves us both in the mood for more sex, but neither of us can afford the time at the moment. At least it means we part company eager for a resumption of our sex games tonight.

Once Tamaz has gone, I tidy up and leave for the education centre that doubles as a high school, college and university. While I'm waiting for my appointment with the professor, I resume checking my work. Ten minutes later, the professor invites me into his office and proceeds to ask me questions about my research. At least he seems to have read the drafts of my work so far.

"I agree with your analysis so far, Katarine," says the professor. "You should focus the next part of your research on how Elf Maidens arrived in Thurn, and how they evolved during their time in Thurn."

Records of Thurn's pre-civil war history are sketchy at best, and riddled with fanciful sagas masquerading as history. What I've written so far is supported by the few recorded histories of that era extracted from the Potiora Artificial Intelligences. Now I must venture into a period of history where reliable records are hard to find.

For example, popular legend claims that the Thurnian race built the city of Thur a thousand years ago. In fact, there's no proof that the Thurnians are the original builders of Thur. On the contrary, there are ruins in and around the city that pre-date the Thurnian buildings by hundreds of years. Dozens of documents exist, purporting to be history of that period, but they conflict with each other. All that can be proven beyond reasonable doubt is that Thurnians have occupied Thur and its surrounding area for no more than seven hundred years, possibly less.

Despite their lengthy and widespread occupation of the northern lands, the harsh winters have ensured that the Thurn race has never been a particularly numerous one. The arrival of fertile Elf Maidens solved several problems. The 'elven' population grew rapidly. Thurn industry expanded, making use of the plentiful supply of cheap labour. Several industries began to rely exclusively on adolescent elves to provide a workforce. The Thurn civil war decimated Thurn's small population, from which it has never fully recovered. The steady increase in mixed-race births means that within a few more generations few pure-blood Thurnians will exist. It's a possible fate that both the Thurn and Atenex races share.

"Tell me, Katarine," says the professor, interrupting my thoughts. "I'm curious. I can't help but notice that you are descended from Atenex bloodstock. How do you feel about researching Elf Maidens?"

The professor assumes that I'm an Atenex because I'm well educated. It's a common misconception. He's too polite to ask me directly if I'm an Elf Maiden, and I've no intention of volunteering the information. He can continue to assume that I'm an Atenex female born through a normal same race relationship.

"I look forward to the challenge," I reply. "Thank you for trusting me with this research."

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Chapter 52: Origin of Elf Maidens

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One of the advantages of living in Thur is the easy access to the library once jealously guarded by successive Keepers of the Scrolls. The position was abolished ten years ago, and the library opened to all Thurnian citizens. However, even with free access to seven hundred years of Thurnian history, scholars rarely look back beyond the last eighty years. The previous ban on studying Thurn's early history was removed along with the last Keeper of the Scrolls, but Thurn's students are slow to take up the new freedom.

"What are we looking for?" asks Tamaz as he takes advantage of the dark area between two rows of shelves to fondle my tits.

"Any original document that might give me information about when and how Elf Maidens came to Thurn."

"I thought that was common knowledge," replies Tamaz. "The Emperor's cousin Gregori rescued a hundred or so Elf Maidens during his great voyage of discovery. He brought them back to Thurn, and they became part of our society. That would have been about a century ago."

Tamaz has simply repeated the generally accepted version about the origins of Elf Maidens in Thurn that is taught in school history. It's a version that lacks any detail, and runs contrary to the verbal histories passed down from one generation of elves to the next.

"If you want to help me with my research then you need to focus on these scrolls and books and not on my tits and arse," I whisper, swatting his roaming hands away.

"Aw, Katarine. Can't we have a quick fuck first. This place is ideal for a tryst."

"Behave, Tamaz," I admonish.

In reality, I'm in a high state of arousal, so I'm not entirely averse to a quick fuck. Today is likely to be my last day in heat, so I suppose we should make the most of the opportunity. If all goes to plan, I'll be away from Thur by the time I'm next in heat. Tamaz would like to travel with me, but the demands of his job makes that impossible. Besides our separation will only be for a couple of months, and it might do both of us some good to spend some time apart.

Tamaz and I delve into a section of old scrolls that the library catalogue claims to contain references to Gregori's expedition. All the original logs and charts for the expedition were burned not long after Gregori returned to Thur. It was a wanton piece of vandalism that destroyed priceless historical records. Nobody has ever established who ordered the erasing of all evidence of Thurn's only long distance exploration to date. However, assuming it wasn't a tragic accident, then such wholesale destruction could only be achieved on the orders of the then Emperor, Theobold.

Sure enough, the scrolls we find are third and fourth hand accounts of the expedition. None of those I quickly read contain anything about the location where Elf Maidens were found. A copy of Gregori's memoires ... written years after his return to Thurn ... is the only item I believe to be useful.

By now, Tamaz is getting bored, so I put my research to one side and take him into one of the private reading booths scattered around the library. The small booth is just large enough for two people, and importantly, it has a curtain to offer some privacy. In less than a minute, Tamaz has me bent across the table with my skirt lifted over my back and my panties around my knees. My perfume is unable to mask my sexual pheromones, and Tamaz's rigid cock is soon probing between my legs.

"Quietly, Tamaz," I whisper, mindful of his tendency to howl like a wolf when he penetrates me.

Asking Tamaz to be quiet is like demanding that the rain stops falling. Fortunately we both achieve an orgasm before an irate librarian comes to investigate the unseemly noise coming from our booth. Tamaz quickly shoves his dripping cock inside his pants as soon as we hear footsteps approaching us. I'm not so lucky. My panties are tangled around my ankles and my bare arse is on full display.

"This isn't the place for lewd behaviour," says the female librarian. "You must leave at once."

"No. No. We're sorry! I'll leave," pleads Tamaz. "Please don't throw Katarine out of the library. She has important historical research to do."

The librarian studies me as I fumble to straighten my clothes. When I take a proper look at her, I realise that she is an elf in her early twenties, about my age. I'm unsure why she has suddenly halted her tirade.

"Okay. She can stay. You go," says the librarian to Tamaz.

Tamaz looks at me for my reaction. I nod in acceptance of the librarian's command. If my access to these records wasn't so important to my research, I would leave with Tamaz and accept the consequences of my shameful behaviour. But the librarian has thrown me a lifeline, so I would be foolish to ignore it. Tamaz quickly kisses me goodbye, sneaking a playful grope of my arse in the process.

"I'll see you tonight, Katarine," he says to me as he passes the librarian.

"I'm sorry for the trouble we caused," I say to the librarian, once Tamaz has gone. "I do my best to control my urges."

I suspect my reprieve is due to the librarian being an elf. Even if she is an Atenex, she'll understand the powerful sexual urges we feel when we are in heat.

"Hmm. I understand your problem. However, this is a library, so we have certain standards to maintain. What research are you doing?"

"I'm researching the origins of Elf Maidens. In particular, the location of their original homeland."

"Ah! You have an uphill task with that!" she chortles. "Anything to do with Elf Maidens before the civil war is a subject most modern Thurnians and Atenex prefer to ignore. The harsh treatment of Elf Maidens and their offspring is a shameful episode in Thurn's history that most people want forgotten."

"And yet, even now, Elf Maidens are still regarded as inferior citizens," I reply.

"I agree. It's why we constantly hide who we are," sighs the librarian.

"Oh! Do you mean that you're an Elf Maiden?" I ask, surprised by her admission even though her forgiveness for Tamaz's and my behaviour gave me a hint that she's an Elf Maiden herself.

"Yes. As are you! I recognise a 'BH' clone when I see one. Colouring your hair red doesn't disguise your lineage to someone who has studied the features of different Elf Maiden clones. I'm called Arona, my Elf Maiden designation is DF36213. Do you know your designation?"

"I'm Katarine. My designation is BH632311," I reply, recalling my little used serial number that Elf Maiden offspring once had tattooed on their left arms from an early age.

Fortunately, the serial numbers that the original Elf Maidens were given have now been relegated to a simple means of identifying an Elf Maiden clone's relationship to her kin. While an Elf Maiden's child's serial number is still recorded at birth, it is only used as an additional means of distinguishing one clone from another. Since Atenex and mixed-blood births aren't allocated a serial number, it also labels the child as a future Elf Maiden.