Lords of Eros: Part 2Seeking Passage through the Forest of the Elves.

In 13 parts, By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

"Is

it just me, or does that mountain look particularly red?" Don asked. As

usual, he had gotten a bit ahead of his two companions, and so was the

first to crest the slope they had been climbing all day.

Stephanie came up next, looked out into the distance, and said, "Yeah, definitely."

Seeing

that the other two had, finally, stopped and seemed to be looking at

something, Nicole hurried a bit, so that she was breathing a bit heavily

by the time she caught up. After just a moment, she said, "Well, damn!"

She took a few more deep breaths before she pointed out, "That's a long

way away."

Don nodded, and Stephanie grinned, "But closer than it used to be, right?"

"That's fair," Nicole agreed. "Looks like we get to go downhill for a bit, though, so that's good."

Stretching

out in front of them, the most direct path toward the decidedly reddish

mountain in the distance led down into what seemed to be a thickly

forested valley that was swathed in a thin blanket of white fog. Off in

the distance to their left was a gap in the surrounding hillsides where

they could make out what seemed to be a river, which presumably flowed

through the valley from the highlands at the other end of the valley

which included the mountain that was now their goal.

"It's

one hell of a view," Stephanie pointed out. She then gave the other two

a mischievous smile, and said, "Want to take a break and christen this

'Threesome Pass'?"

The

answer to this kind of question was almost always "Yes," which

accounted for a good part of why it had taken so long to get this far.

They had all become quite good at getting quickly undressed, and they

had established the tacit rule that the first two naked would get

started without the third, who had to wait until there was a reasonable

break in the action. So, this time, Don found himself standing there,

naked and with a raging erection, admiring the view, both of the valley

and mountains spread out around him, and of the two women in front of

him as they made out hungrily, their fingers stroking each other as

their mouths and tongues continued their ongoing love affair. Don

enjoyed the contrast between Nicole and Stephanie. Both were petite and

about the same height but were otherwise quite different. Nicole's dark

skin and slender build, including her tiny breasts, and her straight

black hair were a wonderful counterpoint to Stephanie's tanned but much

lighter skin, taut muscular build, generous breasts and thick, chaotic

brown hair. Nicole looked very much like what she was, a young college

student who had until recently been quite innocent, while Stephanie

seemed a wild, almost dangerous, stripper or porn star. Don was quite

happy to watch, cock in hand, as the women slowly lowered themselves to

the green grass, never breaking their torrid kiss and their fingers

never leaving the other's clinging sex.

It

was only when Stephanie pushed Nicole back on the sward and moved down

between those dark thighs to add her tongue to the mischief her fingers

were doing that Don moved to get in on things. Stephanie pointedly

stayed up on her knees as she began licking at Nicole's clit, leaving

her firm ass up in the air, beckoning to Don. He stepped into place,

pausing to run his appreciative hand over Stephanie's tight buttocks,

and then knelt, pushing his cock into position. He moved the head of his

organ up and down between Stephanie's dewy lips, enjoying the sensation

of her wetness on him and teasing her a bit. Unfortunately, teasing her

meant teasing himself, and he had had enough of that already. With a

very happy groan, Don pushed himself deep into Stephanie's tight, hot

embrace. After holding still there for a moment to appreciate her

exquisite grasp, Don took her narrow waist and began to work in and out

of her. At first he took his time, using long, deliberate strokes,

almost all the way out and then deep into her, feeling her cervix

kissing his head, but it wasn't too long before he was fucking her hard

and fast—short rapid motions, his balls slapping against her clit—driven

by his mounting need to fill her with his seed. He looked down over

Stephanie's muscular back to where he could see cute little Nicole

holding Stephanie's head as she shoved herself up against that talented

tongue and those plunging fingers. Then Nicole was crying out in the

open air, letting the whole world know she was having a wonderfully

intense orgasm.

In

another few minutes, after Nicole had stopped twitching and giggling,

Don found himself on his back in the grass as Stephanie rode him in a

reverse cowgirl. She leaned back on him, her hands behind her supporting

herself on his chest, as she moved slowly up and down on his cock and

Nicole lay between Don's legs licking at her clit. Don just laid there,

hands on Stephanie's waist, enjoying the show and the feeling of

Stephanie's cunt, and occasionally Nicole's tongue, on his engorged

cock. When Stephanie lowered herself a bit more, Don was able to reach

around her and cup her tits in his hands, pinching her nipples a bit

between his fingers. Then she was shuddering on top of him as Nicole's

tongue worked its magic.

A

bit later, Don found himself thinking he must be the porn king of the

world as he stood there in the open air, surrounded by that majestic

landscape, with these two gorgeous women kneeling before him taking

turns sucking and licking his cock. It didn't take much of this before

Don's own climax surged up, his balls tightening as his cock spasmed and

loosed a thick, long gout of white cum to splash all over their

upturned faces. The girls laughed as Don trembled and groaned, shooting

another three streams for them before he stumbled back a bit. They kept

him there though, sucking and licking up every bit of the stuff before

they let him go.

"Don?" Toshia was looking at him across the table.

"Oh, sorry," he laughed. "'Just got a bit distracted with a memory."

She smiled, "I can believe it. There have been more than a few times when I've caught myself reminiscing this week."

"Anything in particular stand out?" Don leaned forward a bit.

"Ha, there are several things I keep going back to, but you need to finish your story first."

"Oh, fine," he shrugged. "Where was I?"

It

was late in the afternoon by the time they got down to the tree line.

As they entered the forest, Don was struck by the overwhelming beauty of

it all. In every direction he saw the kind of panorama so many Romantic

painters tried to capture in their depictions of sylvan paradise. Every

tree spread majestic, thickly leaved branches in a vaulted ceiling.

Every trunk was thick with green moss. Between the trees was a hazy mist

that promised a warm fog as the sun set. The ground was covered with

moss and soft fallen leaves. A soothing quiet pervaded the entire

setting.

"Damn!" Stephanie breathed.

Don nodded silently, but Nicole remembered other peaceful woods and warned, "Watch out for cock vines!"

"You guys ran into those too, I take it," Stephanie said as she followed Don deeper into the forest.

"Yeah. It was, unpleasant," Nicole murmured.

"It'll be easy to get lost in here," observed Don.

Stephanie suggested, "We could try to make for that river."

So,

keeping together and watching out for lively phallic projections, the

trio made their way into the forest as the sun sank in the sky. Dusk was

fleeting here, golden green shifting quickly through gray and silver

blue, and then threatening a deep indigo night. They thought they would

have to completely stop, but then, slowly, blinking yellow dot by

blinking yellow dot, the canopy over their heads became alive with tiny

lights that seemed to drift slowly among the maze of branches and

leaves. It was mesmerizing, and all three of the travelers found

themselves standing still, watching the lights that Don, at least,

assumed were fireflies.

A

motion out of the corner of his eye drew Don's attention, and then

another. His voice came out in a whisper, "Some of these are moving

faster, "

"Yeah, like, deliberately," Nicole agreed.

Don

was sure he heard something like giggling, and then, abruptly, a tiny

naked woman was there inches from his face, hovering in midair. If she

had been full-sized, she still would have been petite, with relatively

long legs and tiny breasts. Don focused carefully and saw that she had a

pretty little face with a pixie haircut, naturally enough. Though they

were flapping quickly to keep her in more or less one place, Don could

tell that she had diaphanous wings on her back. It was only fairly late

in the encounter that he processed the fact that this creature was

glowing.

"Hey there, big boy," the tiny woman winked and buzzed in to give the end of his nose a kiss. Then she was gone.

"Uh," Don managed.

"Fairies," Stephanie suggested.

"I suppose we should have been expecting something like this," Nicole chuckled.

Don felt a little breeze on his neck, and then heard a voice in his ear, "Aren't you wearing an awful lot of clothes?"

Another voice, that sounded like the first 'fairy' said in his other ear, "Yeah, show us what ya got, big boy!"

Nicole giggled, and Don noticed that each of the girls had little winged people flying around her as well.

"How would that even work?" Nicole asked, apparently in response to something one of her inquisitors had said.

Stephanie saw Don's inquisitive expression and said, "They seem as horny as everything else."

Don chuckled, "Well, that's not surprising, but what she said: how would that even work?"

"Well, some of us have smaller things to be stimulated, you know," Nicole grinned.

"Hey, I think I have demonstrated that I do know that," Don laughed.

"Wouldn't

you like to feel us licking and rubbing on that big thing you've got

hidden away there?" asked a tiny winged temptress in front of Don. She

managed to arch her back to thrust her little breasts forward

suggestively.

"Well,

that does sound interesting, " Don admitted, but then stopped. Suddenly

the little cloud of fairies, or whatever they were, that had ganged up

on them were gone, flown abruptly back up into the leaves.

Don,

Nicole, and Stephanie now found themselves surrounded by a quite

different group. About a dozen people were ringed about them with bows

and arrows aimed at them. Though they had different skin and hair

colors, and styles for the latter, as well as some dramatic face

painting and/or tattoos, they were all slender of build, and none of

them were taller than Don. Each of these archers had noticeably pointed

ears, and most of them had dramatically arched eyebrows. They were

wearing clothing that seemed to mainly consist of large leaves, though

that was arranged for functionality rather than modesty, which was in

any case a largely foreign concept in Eros. All these observations were

taken in very quickly, because almost as quickly as the little, winged

creatures had flown away, one of the newcomers was addressing our trio.

"Wherefore art thou trespassing here, crude humanity?" asked a female with long dark hair and bare breasts.

"Well, I don't think 'crude's' fair," Don frowned.

"Tis thine nature," she scowled.

"That's just racist, isn't it?" Nicole put in.

"'Species-ist' would be better, I think," Don suggested.

"Fie on thine prevarication, humans," the woman scowled. "State thy purpose."

"Shouldn't it be 'thine' or 'thy' in both of those sentences?" Nicole asked, apparently on a roll.

Don

decided not to further antagonize the folks with the arrows pointing at

him and his friends. He said, "We didn't know we were trespassing. We

are trying to get to yon Crimson Mountain."

"Oh, 'yon,' nice!" Nicole whispered.

"That may well be," the woman scowled, "but thou mayest only pass through this vale with permission of milady the queen."

"Queen of the, elves?" Don asked.

She seemed to relax a bit and said, "Aye, and of all the fey folk."

Don

smiled a bit, "Wouldst thou escort us thither, that we mayst pay our

respects to her grace and beg her permission to continue on our

journey?"

"Damn, professor!" Nicole hissed as she stifled her laughter.

The

elven woman lowered the point of her arrow, apparently signaling her

companions to adopt a less hostile, but still guarded, stance, and said,

"Aye, human, we shall do as thy ask. T’was well said."

Don bowed and said, "Thank you, fair, ?"

"Lyrandiel," she almost smiled.

"We shall be in thy debt, fair Lyrandiel," Don smiled.

Lyrandiel

led the way into the dark forest, which was illuminated now by the wan

yellow glow of the creatures Don was thinking of as fairies. The other

elves continued to surround the party and follow along behind. None of

them talked with Don or his companions.

"Are we sure we can trust your new friend?" Nicole asked.

"I don't think we have much choice," Don shrugged.

"Don's right," chimed in Stephanie. "When dealing with communities like this, I've always found it easiest to play along."

Nicole frowned, "I don't know. I'm getting a serious Sisterhood vibe here."

"Sisterhood?"

As

they followed Lyrandiel further into the forest, Nicole and Don related

the tale of Toshia's capture by the Sisterhood and their valiant, but

ultimately futile, rescue attempt. Don found himself a bit surprised

that Stephanie had managed to avoid running into the Sisterhood in her

travels.

At

the end of the story, Don said, "But ultimately, playing along with

their view of the world was productive, or would have been if Toshia

hadn't freed herself before we got there."

"I like this Toshia," Stephanie decided. "Too bad you didn't find me earlier."

"Agreed," nodded Don, "and she definitely would have liked you."

At

last, Lyrandiel led them into a wide clearing that had additional

lighting provided by what seemed to be stationary balls of pale blue

light, hovering about twelve feet in the air and arranged evenly in the

space. In the center of this clearing was the massive trunk of a

gigantic tree that had a stairway spiraling upward around it. Lyrandiel

proceeded directly to these stairs, and Don and the others followed

silently.

Don

had to admit that the elven aesthetic was very much on point, and that

the subdued and suffused lighting lent a magical air to everything. He

could certainly understand wanting to spend a long vacation here.

Eventually

they were guided into a cavernous area near the top of the main part of

the trunk. A warm, golden glow filled the air. Dozens of fairies

flitted about overhead and there were many elves moving to the side and

looking the newcomers over with curiosity and occasionally some measure

of disdain. All the elves were slender and not particularly tall but

varied in other respects. Only a few were armed, and none seemed as

outwardly martial as Lyrandiel and her companions. Those who weren't

naked wore long, flowing robes, mostly in pastel colors. The naked elves

seemed to have no sign of body hair.

Don

and the others were directed to stand before a raised platform flanked

on the right by a dozen beautiful elven women and on the right by a

dozen handsome elven men. Seated on a kind of throne with a high,

twisting back was a gorgeous woman who reminded Don of Gal Gadot.

"Not Cate Blanchett?" Toshia interrupted.

"No," Don laughed, "though I admit that's more of what I expected, too."

"Not that you were complaining."

"Oh, definitely not!"

"So, Gal Gadot, eh?"

"Not

her," Don shook his head. "She just reminded me of her. She bore a

resemblance, and a kind of imperiousness, that reminded me of her. It

was like the way the Lady of the Manor reminded me of Monica Bellucci."

"Hum," Toshia smiled.

"Are you thinking of the Lady or Monica Bellucci?"

"Both! Oh, and now Cate Blanchett is joining in," she laughed. "Go on, back to the elf queen who looked like Wonder Woman."

"Just her face," Don protested. "Okay, and her hair, but she was thinner."

The

seated woman had thick, dark hair, and was wearing a loose robe of pure

white, which seemed to be emitting its own light. She also wore a

silver circlet on her head that they all assumed must be her crown. Over

her right shoulder stood a relatively tall elf with long white hair and

a bare chest who was wearing a light crown of twisted golden twigs.

Don

continued to play his part, dropping to one knee and bowing his head.

He noticed that on either side of him the girls were following his lead.

"Oh,

most beauteous sovereign of the most noble fey folk, we greet you and

humbly beseech your grace to grant us passage through your sacred

valley, that we may reach the Crimson Mountain beyond," Don said. He was

annoyed with himself for not saying "greeteth thee" or "beseecheth,"

but no one else seem bothered by his language.

"We

welcome thee to our vale, and wouldst know thine names," the beautiful

queen said in a lilting voice that seemed to have a hint of wind chimes.

"Your grace, I am Don, and my companions are Nicole and Stephanie." Don gestured to each side, indicating his companions.

"Arise, Don, Nicole, and Stephanie, and knowest that thou art welcome in the court of Daphniel and mine consort, Lord Adran."

The trio bowed deeply, and Don said, "We are most grateful for thine welcome, your grace."

Queen

Daphniel smiled and said, "We shall permit thine passage on two

conditions: first, that thou wilt be guided henceforth by our faithful

sister Lyrandiel, veering not from her instructions."

When she paused, Don bowed, a bit less deeply, and said, "Of course, your grace."

"Second, that thou wilt join us in a celebration of welcoming this night."

This

generated a surprised murmuring throughout the host of elves, though

neither the queen nor her consort seemed to notice. Don suspected that

the elves were responding to the fact that he and his companions were

coarse humans. For himself, Don found all of this reminiscent of his and

Toshia's first night in the Manor, when the Lady and Lord invited them

to enjoy their version of prima nocta. That time

there had been two new guests, though, and here there were three, and

Don didn't see a third candidate on the platform with the queen and her

consort.

Glancing

quickly to each of his companions, Don saw that Stephanie was

apparently up for whatever, but that Nicole was a bit apprehensive. Don

smiled up at the queen and asked, "Might we ask what kind of a

celebration you have in mind, your grace?"

Daphniel

laughed, and Don was sure he heard tiny bells. The consort smiled and

the other elves laughed as well. "Fear not," the queen smiled, "we

simply ask that thou pass the time with our court" - she nodded to the

men and women arrayed on either side of the dais - "according to your

own tastes."

"Ah," Don smiled.

Apparently,

it was clear that he still had questions, though, for the queen

continued, "Two of thou have decided preferences, and we can make

arrangements for thine dark Nicole."

"I do like cock," Stephanie said under her breath, and Don had noticed that Nicole was quite happy with both men and women.

After

checking back with Nicole, who gave him a smile and shrug, Don said,

"We would be happy to accept your grace's hospitality."

"Wonderful!"

Queen Daphniel smiled and stood with arms outstretched, commanding,

"Prepare thine selves and our guests for the celebration!"

As

they were led to a pool where they were asked to disrobe and bathe,

Nicole gently elbowed Don and said, "Don't let that 'thine dark Nicole'

stuff go to your head, Professor."

"Oh?" Don laughed. "I kind of like the sound of it."

"So do I," she grinned, "but don't let it go to your head."

The

elves who accompanied them were all business, and the three of them

were in unspoken agreement that they should save their energies for

whatever the night had in store for them, so it was not long before they

were freshly scrubbed and clothed in light robes that smelled of

jasmine. They were then led across the forest floor to another

gargantuan tree and another slowly winding staircase, at the top of

which there were four arboreal walkways stretching out to open air

treehouses that seemed formed out of the natural growth of the branches.

Ignoring the pathway that led to the highest, most distant, treehouse,

Stephanie was taken to the left, Don to the right, and Nicole to the one

in the middle. Don could see that they would not be so far apart that

they could not hear one of the others cry for help if that should be

necessary.

Don

followed along behind a relatively small, and apparently rather young

elven girl with curly blonde hair until they came to their designated

treehouse, which now struck him as more of a shallow, tree-borne bowl,

the bottom of which was filled with several layers of thick, soft

pillows. The girl smiled at him, motioned for him to stay, and, without

saying a word, returned the way they had come. Don watched her go and

then waited, but only for a few moments before the ladies of the court,

as Don was thinking of them, began to come into the chamber with him. He

had earlier been so focused on Daphniel that he had hardly noticed how

beautiful the elven women who were now joining him were.

As

each came into the room, she came up to Don, moving quite easily and

gracefully over the pillowed floor, kissed him, told him her name, and

dropped her robe revealing her naked body. Like all the elves he had

seen so far, they were slender, or even willowy, with pointed ears that

Don happened to find extremely attractive.

There

were eight of them altogether: Drowena, a black beauty with light brown

eyes and strands of grey shot through her thick black hair; Vitriel, a

pale young woman who had very long straight blonde hair and light blue

eyes; Beatrix, with sun bronzed skin, brown eyes, and short light brown

hair; Soriael of the long, wavy dark blonde hair and amber eyes; ebony

skinned Mariel with short, dark, truly red hair; Janii, with her Persian

dark brown eyes and lustrous, long, jet black hair; smiling Jamika who

batted her brown eyes at Don and whose long, straight tresses of dark

brown hair covered her breasts with a hint of modesty; and pretty

Aedriel with violet eyes that reminded Don of Toshia, and curly hair of

purple, blue, and green that brushed her shoulders. Of course, Don was

unable to remember names in the confusion that followed and could barely

keep track of who was doing what and where.

Once

all the elven ladies were naked, they surrounded Don and his robe was

lifted up and away from him. Someone took that robe and the ladies'

discarded clothes away as Don found his body being explored with eagerly

curious and playful hands. He was caressed all over, his ass was

squeezed and pinched, and, naturally, his cock was stroked, and his

balls fondled. Then came the mouths! Eight pairs of lips, eight sets of

teeth, and eight tongues descended upon Don. Of course, his body

responded as one would expect, with an almost painful erection and a

pounding heart.

Don

tried to respond in kind, caressing soft elven flesh wherever he could

reach, and returning kisses with a passion that came very naturally, but

he was only one man and there were eight of them. It didn't take long

before one of the elves, the stunning Janii, dropped down to her knees

in front of Don and took his throbbing cock deep into her warm,

welcoming mouth. Don managed to look down to see her looking up at him

with her deep brown eyes, framed by long black lashes, as she slowly

pushed him deeper into her velvety throat. He groaned deeply, and smiled

down at Janii, but then Jamika's dark hair blocked his view when her

mouth fastened upon his right nipple. If Janii had kept deepthroating

him and the others had continued pleasuring every inch of the rest of

his body, Don would have exploded with a powerful orgasm in very short

order, but they had other plans for him.

With

light, but firm, insistence, and an uncanny unspoken unanimity, the

slender hands on his body urged Don to carefully lie back on the silky

soft bed of pillows. Once he was on his back, smiling up at them with

nearly delirious happiness, the laughing elves descended upon him again,

kissing, licking, and lightly biting, caressing, stroking, and fondling

Don's body. The overstimulation actually seemed to stave off his

impending climax, but then someone was again sucking on his cock, and

this time he felt a delicate but deliberate tongue on the underside of

his balls. Dark Mariel was kissing him deeply when Don felt his body

boiling over. His balls tightened as he clenched and then he was pushing

upward with a blindingly intense orgasm. Head thrown back, back arched,

Don came and came. He could feel himself pumping jets of cum up into

someone's mouth and then out into the open air. The orgasm seemed to go

on and on, Don's body spasming with bursts of sexual energy, only

gradually, and very slowly subsiding. All the while there was the sound

of almost musical giggling. He was rather dimly aware of mouths on him,

licking and sucking up his jizz. Don twitched as his sensitive, still

throbbing cock was again sucked into a mouth. He couldn't see who it

was, but they were apparently only trying to make sure he didn't lose

his erection, for when it was clear that wasn't going to happen, the

mouth withdrew.

Don

was able to see that it was the fair and lovely Vitriel who straddled

his body as one of her companions held Don's slick and shining cock at

the right angle. Don arched his back a bit to push up into her as

Vitriel sank slowly down on him, taking the time to let her moist, warm

cunt accept the thick head and shaft into its snug embrace. The pretty

elf girl smiled at Don as she began to rock against his body, grinding

her clit against him, and then fucking up and down on the cock impaling

her. Janii came up behind Vitriel, drawing Vitriel's long blonde hair

aside so she could kiss the elven girl's pale neck, and then slipping

her dusky hands around to caress Vitriel's torso before reaching down to

play with her clit as she rode Don's cock. Don reached down to grasp

Vitriel's narrow waist in his hands, encouraging her to use his body for

her pleasure. Then Mariel leaned in to suck and lick at one of

Vitriel's pink nipples. Only a few more minutes of this brought Vitriel

to the point of tossing her tresses back and crying out as she shuddered

and twitched with her orgasm, her cunt squeezing and pulling on Don.

The

girls helped draw Vitriel up and off Don, and into welcoming arms that

came with soothing kisses and caresses. Don would have loved to help

with this, but Jamika hurried to take Vitriel's place, straddling Don

and pushing his cock into her eager snatch. Somebody also noticed that

Don's mouth was being underutilized, so, as Jamika began to work herself

to a fevered pitch on his cock, Mariel moved into position over Don's

face. Only too happy to oblige, Don grasped Mariel's tight ass in his

hands and held her in place as he ran his tongue over her already very

moist lips.

This

was the beginning of a hazy, delirious blur for Don, as the lithe elves

pleasured themselves with his body and he focused on doing the best he

could to lick and suck them to orgasms with his mouth. He felt sure that

each of the ladies had come at least once by the time he really got a

chance to get up off his back. Wiping slippery elven wetness from his

face he sat up and looked around. While half the women seemed content to

just play with Don, there were a couple of pairs enjoying each other;

Vitriel and Beatrix were engaged in a lovely 69 on one side of the

chamber, and Drowena and Mariel were making out on the other, a steamy

dark elf fantasy. The remaining four clustered about Don. Everyone

seemed to be a bit less frantic now and were just enjoying the leisurely

play. Aedriel, who had been the most recent recipient of Don's oral

efforts, stroked his chest and leaned in to give him a gentle, loving

kiss. On his other side, Soriael leaned in to kiss him next, as her hand

moved down to stroke his still-hard cock with her delicate fingers. It

wasn't long before he was behind violet-eyed Aedriel fucking her from

behind, shoving her forward into Soriael's cunt in an echo of the

threesome Don had enjoyed earlier in the day. Janii and Jamika were

temporarily content to watch and idly caress the three more active

lovers, but then got directly involved. Janii went down to sit on

Soriael's face, and Jamika slipped under Aedriel to lick and tease her

clit.

Eventually,

Don came again, pumping his seed deep into Janii's very tight, very hot

ass. The ladies of Queen Daphniel's court settled in around Don with

kisses and soothing caresses. The scent of sex and jasmine was in the

air, and Don could hear Stephanie in the distance having a very loud

orgasm, and, as his eyelids grew irresistibly heavy, he thought the

elves certainly knew how to welcome their guests.

The

seated woman had thick, dark hair, and was wearing a loose robe of pure

white, which seemed to be emitting its own light. She also wore a

silver circlet on her head that they all assumed must be her crown. Over

her right shoulder stood a relatively tall elf with long white hair and

a bare chest who was wearing a light crown of twisted golden twigs.

Ascending the Crimson Mountain

Don

continued to play his part, dropping to one knee and bowing his head.

He noticed that on either side of him the girls were following his lead.

"Oh,

most beauteous sovereign of the most noble fey folk, we greet you and

humbly beseech your grace to grant us passage through your sacred

valley, that we may reach the Crimson Mountain beyond," Don said. He was

annoyed with himself for not saying "greeteth thee" or "beseecheth,"

but no one else seem bothered by his language.

"We

welcome thee to our vale, and wouldst know thine names," the beautiful

queen said in a lilting voice that seemed to have a hint of wind chimes.

"Your grace, I am Don, and my companions are Nicole and Stephanie." Don gestured to each side, indicating his companions.

"Arise, Don, Nicole, and Stephanie, and knowest that thou art welcome in the court of Daphniel and mine consort, Lord Adran."

The trio bowed deeply, and Don said, "We are most grateful for thine welcome, your grace."

Queen

Daphniel smiled and said, "We shall permit thine passage on two

conditions: first, that thou wilt be guided henceforth by our faithful

sister Lyrandiel, veering not from her instructions."

When she paused, Don bowed, a bit less deeply, and said, "Of course, your grace."

"Second, that thou wilt join us in a celebration of welcoming this night."

This

generated a surprised murmuring throughout the host of elves, though

neither the queen nor her consort seemed to notice. Don suspected that

the elves were responding to the fact that he and his companions were

coarse humans. For himself, Don found all of this reminiscent of his and

Toshia's first night in the Manor, when the Lady and Lord invited them

to enjoy their version of prima nocta. That time

there had been two new guests, though, and here there were three, and

Don didn't see a third candidate on the platform with the queen and her

consort.

Glancing

quickly to each of his companions, Don saw that Stephanie was

apparently up for whatever, but that Nicole was a bit apprehensive. Don

smiled up at the queen and asked, "Might we ask what kind of a

celebration you have in mind, your grace?"

Daphniel

laughed, and Don was sure he heard tiny bells. The consort smiled and

the other elves laughed as well. "Fear not," the queen smiled, "we

simply ask that thou pass the time with our court" - she nodded to the

men and women arrayed on either side of the dais - "according to your

own tastes."

"Ah," Don smiled.

Apparently,

it was clear that he still had questions, though, for the queen

continued, "Two of thou have decided preferences, and we can make

arrangements for thine dark Nicole."

"I do like cock," Stephanie said under her breath, and Don had noticed that Nicole was quite happy with both men and women.

After

checking back with Nicole, who gave him a smile and shrug, Don said,

"We would be happy to accept your grace's hospitality."

"Wonderful!"

Queen Daphniel smiled and stood with arms outstretched, commanding,

"Prepare thine selves and our guests for the celebration!"

As

they were led to a pool where they were asked to disrobe and bathe,

Nicole gently elbowed Don and said, "Don't let that 'thine dark Nicole'

stuff go to your head, Professor."

"Oh?" Don laughed. "I kind of like the sound of it."

"So do I," she grinned, "but don't let it go to your head."

The

elves who accompanied them were all business, and the three of them

were in unspoken agreement that they should save their energies for

whatever the night had in store for them, so it was not long before they

were freshly scrubbed and clothed in light robes that smelled of

jasmine. They were then led across the forest floor to another

gargantuan tree and another slowly winding staircase, at the top of

which there were four arboreal walkways stretching out to open air

treehouses that seemed formed out of the natural growth of the branches.

Ignoring the pathway that led to the highest, most distant, treehouse,

Stephanie was taken to the left, Don to the right, and Nicole to the one

in the middle. Don could see that they would not be so far apart that

they could not hear one of the others cry for help if that should be

necessary.

Don

followed along behind a relatively small, and apparently rather young

elven girl with curly blonde hair until they came to their designated

treehouse, which now struck him as more of a shallow, tree-borne bowl,

the bottom of which was filled with several layers of thick, soft

pillows. The girl smiled at him, motioned for him to stay, and, without

saying a word, returned the way they had come. Don watched her go and

then waited, but only for a few moments before the ladies of the court,

as Don was thinking of them, began to come into the chamber with him. He

had earlier been so focused on Daphniel that he had hardly noticed how

beautiful the elven women who were now joining him were.

As

each came into the room, she came up to Don, moving quite easily and

gracefully over the pillowed floor, kissed him, told him her name, and

dropped her robe revealing her naked body. Like all the elves he had

seen so far, they were slender, or even willowy, with pointed ears that

Don happened to find extremely attractive.

There

were eight of them altogether: Drowena, a black beauty with light brown

eyes and strands of grey shot through her thick black hair; Vitriel, a

pale young woman who had very long straight blonde hair and light blue

eyes; Beatrix, with sun bronzed skin, brown eyes, and short light brown

hair; Soriael of the long, wavy dark blonde hair and amber eyes; ebony

skinned Mariel with short, dark, truly red hair; Janii, with her Persian

dark brown eyes and lustrous, long, jet black hair; smiling Jamika who

batted her brown eyes at Don and whose long, straight tresses of dark

brown hair covered her breasts with a hint of modesty; and pretty

Aedriel with violet eyes that reminded Don of Toshia, and curly hair of

purple, blue, and green that brushed her shoulders. Of course, Don was

unable to remember names in the confusion that followed and could barely

keep track of who was doing what and where.

Once

all the elven ladies were naked, they surrounded Don and his robe was

lifted up and away from him. Someone took that robe and the ladies'

discarded clothes away as Don found his body being explored with eagerly

curious and playful hands. He was caressed all over, his ass was

squeezed and pinched, and, naturally, his cock was stroked, and his

balls fondled. Then came the mouths! Eight pairs of lips, eight sets of

teeth, and eight tongues descended upon Don. Of course, his body

responded as one would expect, with an almost painful erection and a

pounding heart.

Don

tried to respond in kind, caressing soft elven flesh wherever he could

reach, and returning kisses with a passion that came very naturally, but

he was only one man and there were eight of them. It didn't take long

before one of the elves, the stunning Janii, dropped down to her knees

in front of Don and took his throbbing cock deep into her warm,

welcoming mouth. Don managed to look down to see her looking up at him

with her deep brown eyes, framed by long black lashes, as she slowly

pushed him deeper into her velvety throat. He groaned deeply, and smiled

down at Janii, but then Jamika's dark hair blocked his view when her

mouth fastened upon his right nipple. If Janii had kept deepthroating

him and the others had continued pleasuring every inch of the rest of

his body, Don would have exploded with a powerful orgasm in very short

order, but they had other plans for him.

With

light, but firm, insistence, and an uncanny unspoken unanimity, the

slender hands on his body urged Don to carefully lie back on the silky

soft bed of pillows. Once he was on his back, smiling up at them with

nearly delirious happiness, the laughing elves descended upon him again,

kissing, licking, and lightly biting, caressing, stroking, and fondling

Don's body. The overstimulation actually seemed to stave off his

impending climax, but then someone was again sucking on his cock, and

this time he felt a delicate but deliberate tongue on the underside of

his balls. Dark Mariel was kissing him deeply when Don felt his body

boiling over. His balls tightened as he clenched and then he was pushing

upward with a blindingly intense orgasm. Head thrown back, back arched,

Don came and came. He could feel himself pumping jets of cum up into

someone's mouth and then out into the open air. The orgasm seemed to go

on and on, Don's body spasming with bursts of sexual energy, only

gradually, and very slowly subsiding. All the while there was the sound

of almost musical giggling. He was rather dimly aware of mouths on him,

licking and sucking up his jizz. Don twitched as his sensitive, still

throbbing cock was again sucked into a mouth. He couldn't see who it

was, but they were apparently only trying to make sure he didn't lose

his erection, for when it was clear that wasn't going to happen, the

mouth withdrew.

Don

was able to see that it was the fair and lovely Vitriel who straddled

his body as one of her companions held Don's slick and shining cock at

the right angle. Don arched his back a bit to push up into her as

Vitriel sank slowly down on him, taking the time to let her moist, warm

cunt accept the thick head and shaft into its snug embrace. The pretty

elf girl smiled at Don as she began to rock against his body, grinding

her clit against him, and then fucking up and down on the cock impaling

her. Janii came up behind Vitriel, drawing Vitriel's long blonde hair

aside so she could kiss the elven girl's pale neck, and then slipping

her dusky hands around to caress Vitriel's torso before reaching down to

play with her clit as she rode Don's cock. Don reached down to grasp

Vitriel's narrow waist in his hands, encouraging her to use his body for

her pleasure. Then Mariel leaned in to suck and lick at one of

Vitriel's pink nipples. Only a few more minutes of this brought Vitriel

to the point of tossing her tresses back and crying out as she shuddered

and twitched with her orgasm, her cunt squeezing and pulling on Don.

The

girls helped draw Vitriel up and off Don, and into welcoming arms that

came with soothing kisses and caresses. Don would have loved to help

with this, but Jamika hurried to take Vitriel's place, straddling Don

and pushing his cock into her eager snatch. Somebody also noticed that

Don's mouth was being underutilized, so, as Jamika began to work herself

to a fevered pitch on his cock, Mariel moved into position over Don's

face. Only too happy to oblige, Don grasped Mariel's tight ass in his

hands and held her in place as he ran his tongue over her already very

moist lips.

This

was the beginning of a hazy, delirious blur for Don, as the lithe elves

pleasured themselves with his body and he focused on doing the best he

could to lick and suck them to orgasms with his mouth. He felt sure that

each of the ladies had come at least once by the time he really got a

chance to get up off his back. Wiping slippery elven wetness from his

face he sat up and looked around. While half the women seemed content to

just play with Don, there were a couple of pairs enjoying each other;

Vitriel and Beatrix were engaged in a lovely 69 on one side of the

chamber, and Drowena and Mariel were making out on the other, a steamy

dark elf fantasy. The remaining four clustered about Don. Everyone

seemed to be a bit less frantic now and were just enjoying the leisurely

play. Aedriel, who had been the most recent recipient of Don's oral

efforts, stroked his chest and leaned in to give him a gentle, loving

kiss. On his other side, Soriael leaned in to kiss him next, as her hand

moved down to stroke his still-hard cock with her delicate fingers. It

wasn't long before he was behind violet-eyed Aedriel fucking her from

behind, shoving her forward into Soriael's cunt in an echo of the

threesome Don had enjoyed earlier in the day. Janii and Jamika were

temporarily content to watch and idly caress the three more active

lovers, but then got directly involved. Janii went down to sit on

Soriael's face, and Jamika slipped under Aedriel to lick and tease her

clit.

Eventually,

Don came again, pumping his seed deep into Janii's very tight, very hot

ass. The ladies of Queen Daphniel's court settled in around Don with

kisses and soothing caresses. The scent of sex and jasmine was in the

air, and Don could hear Stephanie in the distance having a very loud

orgasm, and, as his eyelids grew irresistibly heavy, he thought the

elves certainly knew how to welcome their guests.

Chapter 4. The Mountain

Toshia leaned forward on the table, "So, you had what I believe is called a reverse gangbang."

"Yeah, but I've always thought that was an inadequate term," Don said.

"And the girls?"

"Well,

Stephanie had a regular old gangbang with eight of the guys, and Nicole

had an orgy with the remaining four guys and four girls."

"Nice!"

Don smiled and nodded, "That was definitely the verdict."

"I'm a bit surprised the queen and her consort didn't join in."

"Well,

we got around to them, or they got around to us the next night," Don

smiled. "We wound up spending the next day resting and playing a bit now

and then, but then nothing too strenuous, and then after the evening

'meal,' the queen summoned us to her chambers. It was a very nice night.

'Not as much work as the night before, but very nice."

Don

leaned forward so his face was close to Toshia's. For a moment she

thought he was going to kiss her, and she really hoped he would, even

though that kiss would probably lead to them rushing into the

restaurant's bathroom, and that would be against her own rules for this

meeting. Instead, though, he said quietly to make sure no one could hear

him, "You know the expression 'honey pot'? Well, Queen Daphiel's cunt

actually tastes like honey."

Toshia smiled, still thinking about kissing him, "You lucky bastard."

Don grinned and shrugged, sitting back a bit, "I can't deny that."

"But you did eventually get to the mountain, I take it."

"We did," nodded Don, "but maybe we should order dessert."

"Good idea! Maybe something with honey."

After

they left the sylvan city of the elves, Lyrandiel led them through the

valley toward the Crimson Mountain. The journey took several days, over

the course of which she warmed to their "crude humanity." She took to

Nicole first, probably because she was easily the most elf-like in

appearance, a point which Don was now unable to forget. But it wasn't

long after deigning to let Nicole lick her to a quivering series of

orgasms that she was on her hands and knees in the leaves taking Don's

hard cock in the ass. She seemed genuinely sorry to part from them when

they got to the foot of the Stairway.

"I'm afraid I must leave thee here," she frowned.

The

Stairway—and the way Lyrandiel said it strongly suggested the

capitalization—was a broad series of steps carved into the mountainside

as it rose up from the valley. There at the foot was a large fountain

with a decidedly phallic sculpture in the center spewing an eternal

orgasm of clean, cool water into the air.

"Join us for a bath at least," Nicole said, tugging Lyrandiel's arm in the direction of the fountain.

They

all quickly got naked and were soon rinsing themselves off in the

invigorating water, which of course also had the effect of making them

all super horny. Frisky hands and playful mouths met hard nipples, toned

asses, eager pussies, and one very hard cock. After a bit, Lyrandiel

was sitting on the edge of the fountain with her strong legs parted so

Nicole could kneel between them in the water to lick and suck at her

sweet elven cunt and clit, and Stephanie was also kneeling in the water

as she sucked and licked at Don's raging erection.

Leyandriel was the first to come, holding Nicole's head to her as she cried out in the open air.

Stephanie pulled off Don's phallus and gave him a grin, "You ready to cum in elven cunt one last time, Professor?"

Laughing, Don said, "You've definitely made me ready."

Stephanie

got up and asked Nicole if she could do that again. Leyandriel splashed

over to Don, who took her in his arms and gave her a long, passionate

kiss. As Stephanie sat on the bench and Nicole began licking her,

Leyandriel turned away from Don and bent down to take hold of the side

of the fountain. Don caressed her strong ass and pushed his shaft down

until it was pushing between her silky labia. He held onto her slender

hips as he pushed his cock slowly into her tight, hot cunt.

Don

drew back almost all the way out of Leyandriel, and then drove himself

back in. He did this a dozen times, each time driving into her with more

speed and force. Each time, she whimpered with lust and delight. Then

Don began to fuck her faster, with shorter strokes, and his hands moved

to her waist to pull her back on him. He felt her fingers playing with

her clit, and soon she was gasping and crying out again as her cunt

squeezed and pulled on his cock.

As Leyandriel shuddered and came down, Stephanie was groaning and shaking under Nicole's ministrations.

The

whole party moved out onto the lawn around the fountain, and soon

Leyandriel was on her hands and knees with Don again fucking her from

behind, and Nicole lying on her back so the elf could take a turn

licking the black girl to one last orgasm. After watching for a moment,

Stephanie decided Nicole's very talented mouth shouldn't be unoccupied,

and she moved to straddle the girl's face, which was still wet from

Stephanie's and Leyandriel's earlier orgasms.

Don

went right back to fucking into Leyandriel with gusto, thinking it was

high time that he did as Stephanie had suggested and cum in this elven

cunt. He shoved into her hard and deep, balls slapping her clit, and

pushing her into Nicole with each thrust. Stephanie smiled at him as she

pushed herself down on Nicole's mouth and tongue. She was squeezing her

tits in her hands, and then twisting her nipples, and Don found himself

wishing those beautiful breasts were close enough that he could get his

mouth on them. Soon, Don felt himself swelling even more and then he

was shoving deep into Leyandriel to flood her cunt and womb with his

seed. As he was pumping into the elven beauty, she was making Nicole

come in a trembling, moaning arc between her and Stephanie.

"Oh! Switch places with me, Ley!" Stephanie exclaimed.

Laughing,

Leyandriel moved up over Nicole and knelt over her face, letting Don's

cum run out of her and into Nicole's mouth. Nicole held on to

Leyandriel's ass in her hands as she happily licked the cum out of her

and then set about giving the elven lass one more orgasm. In the

meantime, Stephanie had gone back to the beginning and knelt on the

grass in front of Don to lick and suck him clean.

An

hour later, when they were closer to worn out, they all returned to the

fountain for another round of bathing, but this time managed to just do

that and then bid Leyandriel farewell. Then, after filling their water

bottles, Don, Nicole, and Stephanie began the long climb out of the

valley.

With

occasional breaks, including camping at night, it took three days. For

most of the climb there was a spectacular view behind or to the side,

though there was one long stretch when the stairway wound through a

deep, narrow crack that would have proved decidedly treacherous if a

serious rain had come along. Don thought the entire course was

surprisingly short on anything that seemed like it was deliberately

intended for some kind of sexual distraction. From the phallic fountain

to the top of the stairs there was nothing that suggested breasts,

vaginas, arses, or penises. There wasn't even a convenient bower of soft

grass and flowers. Hell, there weren't even benches along the way. It

was as if the long climb was actually intended to be an obstacle to be

overcome.

Naturally,

this didn't keep the three of them from having sex along the way, but

there was a bit less than there might have been otherwise, and sometimes

it involved some less than comfortable settings. Each of them came to

the top of the passage with bruises and scrapes won in the throes of

passion. These things seemed unimportant, though, as they came off the

stairs and onto the great porch in front of what was obviously the Hall

of the Crimson Mountain King.

A

vast flat stone clearing spread out before them, lined on the outer

edges by columns on top of which were statues of naked men and women.

They were sculpted with a skill rivaling the great Hellenistic and

Renaissance masters, but with a decidedly more sexual intention. Don

wondered if Michelangelo had considered equipping David with an

impressive and fully erect schlong, or if any Greek would have dared

carve an Athena with such an ample, bare bosom, or even Aphrodite atop a

column bent over displaying her inviting backside and vulva for

admiration.

At

the opposite end of this expansive porch was the front of a gargantuan

building that seemed the bastard offspring of a castle, a palace, and a

cathedral, carved out of a decidedly red stone. The architect apparently

couldn't decide if they were making something to defend, to impress, or

to invite worship. Clearly, if the latter were the point, this temple

was to a god or goddess of carnal delights. Bas relief carvings, of

titanic scale, depicted an orgy of stone figures, as if the sculptures

on the columns outside melded with the walls in a sexual extravaganza.

Higher up, there were stained glass windows that echoed the orgiastic

theme. The great open portal in the center of the structure was clearly

intended to remind the onlooker of a vagina.

"Well, that's not subtle at all," Nicole observed.

"I

get the impression this is the place," Stephanie said as she led the

way across the open expanse. Don and Nicole nodded and followed

Stephanie's taut behind.

The

great gate loomed even larger than expected, and Don found himself

saying, "This is the first time I've ever felt truly intimidated by a

vagina."

"That makes me think you haven't really appreciated them before, Professor," smirked Nicole.

Don frowned thoughtfully and said, "You know, that's totally fair."

The

cavernous opening funneled down into a more reasonable size and they

passed into a hall that was decidedly more cathedral than fortress.

Light from the stained-glass windows high above lit the space with

various colors, but the deep reddish hue of the stonework and the

scarlet carpet under their feet kept "crimson" at the forefront of the

color scheme. A row of smaller, but no less sexual, caryatid columns

marched along on either side of the hall, leading them to a large

fountain where a dozen red-robed figures awaited them. Silently, these

indicated that the party should proceed off to the side where an

extremely large locker room (though "locker cavern" would be more

accurate) awaited their use. Gestures showed that they were expected to

undress, putting their clothing and gear, such as it was, into lockers,

and then proceed to a shower room to wash off the dust of their travels.

The

fact that there seemed to be no one else about but the robed figures

was a bit unsettling. Everything was on a scale that would have

accommodated a very large crowd, but it seemed as if Don, Nicole, and

Stephanie were the only non-robed people in it. This didn't stop them

from getting a bit frisky in the shower, where the XYZ-water reminded

them to be horny. However, one of the robed ones stopped them, waving a

stern finger to show that they were supposed to refrain.

"Very odd," Stephanie thought aloud.

"And no fun!" Nicole frowned.

Don looked around again, then shrugged, saying, "Well, let's see how this plays out."

Once

they were showered and dried, they were led back to the cathedral hall

and past the fountain to a set of tall double doors opposite those from

which they'd originally come. Their silent guide gestured, indicating

that they should proceed inside. With a quick look to his companions,

who each just shrugged, Don took hold of the two handles and pushed the

doors open.

Don paused for a long moment.

"You're killing me here!" Toshia laughed.

"Sorry,"

Don smiled. "This is just very hard to describe. So, okay, are you done

with this rice bowl? Cool, so, imagine the inside of this bowl, but

upside down, like so, except it's HUGE. It's almost a mile across."

"That's pretty big," Toshia admitted.

"I know, right?!"

Once

Don started to come to grips with how big the space in front of them

was, he turned his attention to the great vault overhead. The reddish

rock of the mountain had been hollowed out and someone had checkered the

resulting concavity with great mirrors rising in orderly rows to the

apex of the dome. In the space under the dome there floated glowing orbs

much like those they had seen in the home of the elves. Stretching out

directly before them was a walkway that was about twenty feet wide,

covered in a nice, soft plush red carpet. About twenty feet below their

level, filling the flat floor at the bottom of the dome, was a writhing

sea of bodies. Don had thought the ongoing orgy in the Temple of Venus

and Aphrodite had been big, but that was nothing compared to what lay

before and beneath them. His mind boggled at the number of people who

were here engaging in a virtually endless orgy. He slowly realized that

he was hearing a low roar of sound that was the noise of what must be

thousands of people engaged in sex.

"Wow!" Nicole exclaimed.

Even the more jaded Stephanie was shocked. "This is insane!" she murmured.

"It's like something out of Dante," Don thought out loud, "except that they all seem to be having a good time."

"How do we get down there?" Nicole wondered less than enthusiastically.

"I'm not sure I want to," admitted Don.

"It's a bit over the top, isn't it?" Stephanie asked.

"It

would be so easy to get lost in there," Nicole said as she leaned over

the edge of the walkway a bit. She was very clearly conscious of the

fact that a fall into that pit would hurt quite a bit.

"At the very least, it would be very easy to lose each other," Don nodded.

"But, she's right," Stephanie observed, "there doesn't seem to be any way down from here."

"That is a bit odd, isn't it?" Don frowned. "I guess we have to head down this walkway."

So,

they set off down the red-carpeted road, over the horde of naked

revelers. They now saw that there were fountains here and there on the

orgy-floor, presumably for both washing up a bit and for refreshment.

Then Stephanie pointed out that there were red-robed figures wandering

about, stepping carefully, with platters of fruit. With questions of

practicality so answered, they came to the center of the pleasure dome,

which they assumed this to be. The thought that this might not be the

dome they were seeking was an almost frightening thought.

There,

at the center of the walkway, for the carpeted surface continued on to

the far side opposite the doors through which they had entered, there

was a round sofa, with a low backrest in the center, and, on either side

of the walkway, broad steps leading down to the orgy level. After

recklessly looking up to the top of the dome overhead, which prompted a

rather abrupt and unpleasant sense of vertigo, Don suggested that they

continue along the walkway.

Sure

enough, the far end of the walkway yielded positive results. There, on

either side of the walkway, were stairs leading downward to the orgy as

well as, on a platform overlooking the walkway and this part of the orgy

below, a rather ornate throne. Sadly, this throne was currently

unoccupied.

"Well, that's disappointing," Stephanie observed.

"Yeah, it would be nice to find someone to talk to," Don added. "What do we do now?"

"I have no idea." There was a clear note of frustration in Stephanie's voice. "I was just told that I had to come here."

"We could check for secret doors, " Nicole offered, "or try sitting in the throne."

"Good idea," Don nodded. Unfortunately, neither of those things seemed to have any effect.

"Maybe we missed something back in the entryway," Nicole suggested.

"Yeah,"

admitted Stephanie, "but we were supposed to come to the pleasure dome,

not just the hall. Did we see anything else in here that looked

promising?"

"There was that couch," Nicole reminded them.

"Why

don't you two wait here, in case the King, or anyone else, comes along,

and I'll go look that couch over again?" suggested Don.

This

turned out to be wasted effort, though, as Don found nothing remotely

interesting about that couch. He hurried back to the throne to find

Nicole and Stephanie sitting at the top of the stairs to the right of

the throne watching the orgy below.

To be continued.

By BradentonLarry for Literotica