Lords of Eros: Part 2

Seeking 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.

Ascending the Crimson Mountain