The Forests of Yavva (part 3)
Foreword:
This is a work of erotic fiction set in a fantasy setting. There is magic, lycanthropy, and mythical creatures. I write as a hobby, and appreciate any feedback, comments, collaboration opportunities or otherwise. Enjoy!
"Give me now libidinous joys only!
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!"
~ Walt Whitman, 'Native Moments'
Over the next few weeks I lived with Keevoh, and enjoyed settling into a routine. More times than not when I would wake up in the morning, he would already be gone. My morning ritual involved chopping wood, wandering about the forest, and inevitably sitting out on the porch. I would sit back in a chair or on the steps, and meditate on that elusive face. Since that first night his image cleared in my mind, I no longer felt that nausea when he would cross my mind. The face, however, was all I could conjure at first. Emotionally I often felt nothing, just saw that perfectly still face with those wide blue eyes. It was confusing and at times disturbing having nothing but that haunting image as my memory before the apparent accident. Who he was and why he had taken my memory eluded me.
Keevoh would return when the sun was at its zenith, and always wore an almost surprised look of delight when he'd see me there on the porch waiting for him. He would lean in and kiss me, and this would inevitably lead to more. He fucked me often, and I always felt a little safer and a little stronger when he would fill me with his seed. In return I was eager and responsive. I began to long for his touch: to feel those hands clasp mine or hold my side, or feel the warmth of his body rubbing against mine. He was gentle and cordial at times, and other times rough and dominating. On occasion during climax he would change, and it fueled a deeper excitement in me feeling his beast form taking me inside and out. He was stoic and secretive, and other times warm and all smiles. All that was him engaged and captivated me, and with each passing day I felt growing sense of belonging and kinship.
Keevoh was a protector, and his every affection reflected this. He would wrap his arm around my shoulder pulling me to him, staring off into the woods ever vigilant. In the late afternoons, I grew accustomed to dozing off with my head against his chest.
I would forage for nuts, fruits and spices during my morning forest walks, and present them midday.
I also was beginning to find subtle pleasures within myself. On one walk, I happened on a game trail that led up to a hot spring. It was a natural stone bath, and I learned quickly just how much I enjoyed a good soak. I would sink waist deep, and feel the tension and stress in my body melt away. It was too wonderful a find to not be unknown. One such morning not long after dipping into the steaming pool, I heard a rustling in the bushes.
A tall, lanky elf appeared. He was well toned, with a reddish copper hair shoulder length. He carried a hunting spear, and wore just a small cloth over his waist and upper thighs. I didn't know how, but I knew in seeing him that he was Sylvan-- a wood elf. He had high cheek bones, and pointed ears. His features were well pronounced, and he wore a look of both surprise and curiosity.
He was quick to break the silence. "Hello."
"Hello," I responded
He looked me over, and smiled. "All this time I thought I was the only one who knew of these springs. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," I replied.
He shamelessly removed his clothes and dropped down into the steaming water. It was hard not to notice his large hooded cock and his sinewy muscles for that matter. He let out a sigh, and closed his eyes. He finally opened them and smiled, "I am Awk."
That awkwardness came back to me, as I groped for a response. "Hello, Awk. I-- don't have much of a name."
Awk chuckled. "It is known that Satyrs and tree spirits must hide their true name for fear of being enslaved, but a human?"
When I did not laugh with him, his face dropped in realization. "You are Keevoh's mate."
"How do you know?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
"It is known among my kind. We are allies with the Werebears. We share the land-- we are very good at sharing," he grinned. "My tribe has had some run ins with the wizard Aureth. It is said that he took your memory, but that you escaped him?"
"My first memories were waking up in near rubble. I remember his name, and his face. Nothing more."
Awk looked at me for awhile, weighing whatever it was in his head. Finally, he spoke, "No one has seen the Wizard lately. With what you describe, perhaps you subverted him. He might even have fled."
The thought had crossed my mind. I was cautious in concluding anything though, so instead I asked him, "What do you know of him?"
"He has captured a couple of the males from my tribe over the years. He is very powerful, and has always been a shadow over Yavva. Seeing you here gives me a lot of hope. It is truly an honor."
I blushed, feeling somewhat ashamed for the praise. The rest of the morning Awk and I conversed in the hot springs. He told me of the forest, and of his people. The Sylvan were a race of elves that inhabited Yavva. He explained how they were quite different from their cousin race, the Grey Elves, who preferred cities and industry rather than the forests and traditions. His tribe lived and hunted very close to the Werebears. I learned from him that the Werebears were a brotherhood of six, spanning most of Yavva. I also learned that later that night marked the beginning of a festival.
"It is called the 'Shadow Nights', for it is on the new moon that begins the transition from autumn to winter. Traditionally it is a time for many of the races of Yavva to commune before winter. The Brotherhood will hibernate, the Satyrs turn their revelry inward, the Spirits rest, many humans return to the valley, and we Sylvan spend much less time roaming the forests. It is one of my favorite events as the emphasis is on sharing more basic pleasures with one and other."
At this Awk grinned, and winked. "It has been a pleasure. The sun is high, and I should go the way I came."
"As I," I replied. "It was very nice meeting you Awk. Perhaps I will see you here again."
"Of that I am sure, and this evening should you attend the festival, you would be very welcome." he smiled.
I returned to the cabin refreshed. It was uplifting meeting another and conversing so freely. I felt like my knowledge of the world around me had just grown that much more, and for that I felt a sense of accomplishment. The prospect of the Shadow Nights was also very exciting. I was full of energy so I began to chop wood. Some time later after splitting a particularly large piece of wood, I turned to find Keevoh watching me. He was smiling with one hand stroking at his beard.
"I rather like watching you chop wood," he said.
I grinned, and setting the axe in the stump, went to greet him. We embraced, and he kissed me deep. Smiling, he asked, "How was your morning?"
"It was very nice. I discovered a hot spring--"
"I can tell," he smiled, and ran his nose against my neck, inhaling.
"I met a Sylvan Elf, named Awk."
"Oh?" he smiled, and began to kiss my neck.
"He was very nice, and it was refreshing learning more about Yavva and his people."
"Did he mention tonight?" Keevoh asked, running his beard up my neck.
"He mentioned a festival," I moaned as his tongue lapped lightly right beneath my ear. The scruffiness of his beard tingled the side of my neck, and I began pressing forward against his body. Our hard cocks rubbed against the other.
He smiled, "Yes, the festival. It is my personal favorite as all those loyal to these great woods commune and enjoy life and the end of autumn. The Shadow Nights we celebrate each other one last time before winter takes hold." He paused and pulling back with a mischievous yet centered look on his face, he finished, "but it is best experienced, first-hand."
The evening leading up was fairly different from our usual routine. Supper was much lighter and void of anything cooked. We sat out on the porch, his arm wrapped around me. The insects and their evening song played backdrop, as we talked.
"The Shadow Nights is one of the few times my kind will mingle with the other races of Yavva. My kind, though wardens of the woods, are not the only to inhabit them. The Sylvan we regard as our closet ally, as our goals are often aligned. Protect, preserve and prosper. The Satyrs will be there. They are often excessive in their revelry, but it is an occasion for indulgence," Keevoh explained.
"Will there be other humans? Others like me?"
"The Sylvan will often take human mates, and many of the druids will be there. My kind tends not to take human mates, but it is not forbidden."
I found myself thinking of my encounter with Karr at the river. I could so clearly picture that look of disdain as his spat, 'He does not belong here'.
As if reading my thoughts, Keevoh said, "It is unlikely that Karr will be there. He holds a very purist view, and rarely will speak with, much less mingle, with any race outside of the Brotherhood. His is a view that I do not believe is healthy, and thankfully the rest of my brothers agree."
"Awk had mentioned that there are six of you?" I inquired.
"Currently, yes. Karr, Bjorn and I are geographically close, so we share the same river for fishing. Dalton and August live a couple days travel from here. The three of us used to be quite close." Keevoh smiled and pulled me to him. My hand wrapped around him and I softly rubbed his side while he continued caressing my shoulder.
"They are mates, you see. They are inseparable, although many a festival I've enjoyed being between them." Keevoh laughed. "The last of us is Powel. He is the oldest and wisest of us. I do not believe he will be present tonight, but I do not doubt you will meet him some day."
The evening wore on, and it was not until quite late before we finally set out. We brought torches as the night sky only cast starlight. We went down to the river and followed it for some time. The sound of the rushing water picked up, and after an hour's walk we were at the mouth of a mountain. The water rushed over the face of a sharp decline, booming into a black pool of water below.
Keevoh doused his torch in the rushing water and undressed. I followed suit. In the darkness he took my hand and squeezed it tight.
"We must jump, and let the current take us. This is the mouth of an underground river, and we must swim beneath the rock face. Are you ready?"
I was scared but also excited. Hearing all that rushing water, I thought of losing control to the current of the river accident. I was determined though to do this; to share this experience with my lover.
"Yes," I said.
"On three. One, two, three!"
And with that we jumped. The water hit hard and cold, and my feet did not find bottom. I kicked, and held Keevoh's hand tight. When we remerged, the water was echoing above and around us. Without even starlight, we were enveloped in the darkness as we swam with the current. At times my hands found a rocky edge. The tunnel in which we swam was fairly narrow and I hoped that the ceiling would allow for us to keep our heads above the surface. Fortunately this proved to be true. An orange flicker then appeared in the distance. It danced about the rock formation above and around us. The water would catch it from time to time as more of these dancing lights appeared.
And then the ceiling gave way. The rushing water slowed and without confinement the sound scattered to the sky. We were no longer underground, and in the distance appeared an island. The island was speckled with orange firelight. Keevoh squeezed my hand, and smiled. "Welcome to Kaa-- the heart of Yavva."
The water grew increasingly gentle, and we swam to shore without much effort. Everything seemed to be lit by fire. Figures and voices swam as jagged projections against lush vegetation. Underneath the murmur of voices was a steady cadence of drumming. The island seemed to be mostly rock, and angled sharply from the shore. Keevoh grabbed a ledge, and muscled his way out of the water. He turned and lent me a hand, a grin still firmly planted on his face.
"Tonight, we experience the pulse of Yavva."
By the hand, he led me in through some dense foliage. My pulse was quickening, and it was hard not to become overly aware of everything. Shadows danced. I felt warm soil press between my toes with each step. Voices blurred over the drums full of laughter, quiet conversation and the unmistakeable sounds of love-making. We brushed past two naked Sylvan elves going the opposite direction: a man and a woman who smiled knowingly as we passed. The path then opened up to a clearing where the drumming became unrestricted. A satyr stood by a large roaring fire, dancing with a drum strapped to his side. Light on his feet and head turned down into the music, his hands were a blur against the surface. It vibrated with great gusto. His song was a vibrant cadence which would change ever so slightly from measure to measure and yet still kept time with a central rhythm that must have blanketed the whole of the island. Also by the fire in the center of the clearing was a tall, muscled wood elf. He was naked, and between his legs was another, much younger Sylvan male eagerly sucking on his erect cock. Around them were a number of males and females in various states of arousal. Some were just watching, some engaged with their neighbors, and all seemed beholden to the rhythm that pulsed through everyone.
The elf getting serviced had dark copper skin and long brown hair. He was well muscled (as most the Sylvan were), and wore a broad smile of satisfaction as he stared down at his partner. The elf sucking him seemed very eager at his task, and spent great effort fully transversing the length of the other's cock in long, broad strokes. I turned to see Keevoh drinking in the scene. Fire reflected in his eyes, he licked his lips and turned to me. His hands found my shoulders, and he began to push me down. I went to my knees to see his very erect and leaking cock.
I wasted no time parting my lips and moving down onto his member. Not long after working his cock, I felt his hands find the back of my head. He gripped my hair firmly and began forcing me up and down in long full strokes much like the two elves in the center of the clearing. His hips began to buck, and I opened my throat as best I could for the face fuck I knew I was about to receive.
He didn't disappoint. He began slamming into my throat. Every time I would choke a little, he'd just push a little harder and deeper. I gasped for air when he'd pull out before he'd slam back down to the hilt. Then he held me down, my mouth and throat fully impaled by his pulsing cock. I looked up and he looked down, and then I felt a liquid begin to fill my throat. I gulped, but it kept coming. I realized that he was pissing directly down my throat. I moaned in pleasure and gulped, lost in the lust of our exchange. It was unexpected, but felt amazing-- him feeding me, almost marking me as his own. At this thought I gulped harder and faster. He moaned and growled, clearly enjoying the gulping throat work I was subjecting his cock to.
He finally finished, and pulled his cock out. A long thread of saliva trailed between his slick cock and my mouth. I licked my lips involuntarily, and he began to smear the throat slime that had coated his cock against my face. I caught a whiff of his balls and although the water had rinsed them, they were already beginning to produce that wonderful musky smell.
I looked up at him, lost in the moment and wanting nothing more than to please him and be filled with all he had to offer me-- whether cock, piss or cum. His eyes were locked on mine with a look of primal lust and what appeared to be pride.
His cock, harder than ever, went back into my throat. He began forcefully fucking my face, his big meaty hands on the sides of my head. When he would pull out I would suck in air. I continued to open up my mouth and throat for him despite the battering he was giving them. He groaned, and with a couple final hard thrusts, dumped his load directly down my throat. He roared loudly to the night sky. I swallowed, and choked on his cock and load, and then swallowed some more.
After finally pulling off his cock, the rest of the world seemed to come back into focus. The vibrations of the drumming filled my being again; the voices and shapes of everyone around the fire lost in lust and shared space filled the peripheral; and there was Keevoh, as always-- this beautiful and mysterious beast that I had fallen for, and who had claimed me as his mate.
Keevoh smiled, and pulled me up into his arms. I tucked my head into his neck, breathing that sweet musk in as the rush of pleasure pulsed through me and made my knees weaken. "You did good boy," he whispered.
He held me to him, lightly caressing the back of my neck. "Come on," he said, and taking me by the hand led me away from the circle. The Sylvan male in the center was still getting sucked. We made eye contact briefly. He just smiled and nodded approvingly.
Kaa was unlike the rest of Yavva. The vegetation was lush with ferns, vines and brilliantly colored flowers; the air was moist and warm despite the hour; and this particular evening held a certain energy about it. Instead of wind, the jungle rustled with sexual movement, moans and drums.
My hand in his, Keevoh led me to a clearing with a ziggurat. A terraced pyramid, each successive level the height of half a man and the depth of a full one. Uneven and unshapely alabaster bricks made up the surface of each step. Moss and plants poured out of the thick gaps between each cut. The stones themselves were intricately carved, depicting simple abstract patterns as well as fractals and spirals that carried the detail of a lifetime's work. The ziggurat was speckled with torches and depressions that acted as tubs of steaming water, some populated with men and women in various states of sexual exchange.
We climbed a couple of the steps, passing by a number of couples lost in pleasure in the tubs. We came to an unoccupied tub which we immediately sunk into. I moaned in pleasure as the hot water enveloped me, my muscles relaxing instantly. The bottom of the tub glowed a vibrant blue, as if by magic.
Keevoh wasted no time. He kissed me hard, his hands caressing my face and wandering all over my body. I moaned and kissed him back, the soothing warmth of the water all around our bodies. He spun me around and began to kiss my neck. I could feel his beard brushing against my skin, and then in the water I felt his cock pressing against my ass. I bent over immediately picking up on his cues, and crossed my arms on the edge of the pool.
His cock popped in, and in a deep, raspy voice he said, "That's good boy. Open up for me."
His arms wrapped around me and he pinched at one of my nipples. I cooed, and he began fucking me hard while holding me tightly to him.
I then noticed that another pool across from us a similar scene was developing between a man and elf. The man was shorter but very squarely built. His muscles seemed to almost flex as he pounded into the other's ass. The recipient was none other than Awk. He half-smiled and we stared at the other as we both were fucked hard from behind. The man fucking him threw his head back and yelled in ecstasy. Awk let out a moan and closed his eyes, no doubt being filled with cum.
"Keevoh!" A jovial voice boomed. Another man one tier up looked down at us smiling. "Dalton. Good to see you. Where's August?" Keevoh replied without slowing his assault on my ass.
Dalton hopped down and approached us. He then looked down at me, still smiling. "This must be your new friend."
He had a long brown beard the length of a fist, and an amicable smile about him. He winked at me, then a voice came from behind him, "Here I am." The man who I could only presume was August wrapped his beefy arms around Dalton. August was a full head taller than his mate, as well as hairier and larger in stature. The only thing that appeared smaller was his beard, which appeared closely trimmed. He otherwise appeared to be covered in body hair, dark and curly. He turned his large brown eyes on me, and grinned. "This must be the wizard slayer."
He began kissing Dalton's neck, and his hands began to roam. Dalton leaned back in ecstasy, relishing the touching, especially when one hand managed to find his quickly hardening cock. His cock was not particularly long, but was very thick and uncut. He also had very large balls, which seemed to churn out a long thread of precum almost instantly after August's groping began.
I involuntarily moaned as I felt Keevoh's hands dig into my side. He pulled me back onto his cock while he thrust forward, ramming me hard and deep. I could hear his balls splashing against the water and against my thighs.
August now had one hand tweaking at one of Dalton's nipples, while the other in a thick tight fist worked up and down his thick shaft in meaty, deliberate strokes. "Mmmmm that feels so gooood," Dalton moaned. His head moved back, and with growls of pleasure August ran his beard against him, kissing him and licking at his exposed neck.
This only seemed to turn Keevoh on more, and I began to feel his cock swelling in my ass. He grunted with each thrust, and it wasn't long before I felt his seed filling me. Dalton was now moaning, that thick cock bright red and swollen and ready for release. Just as he began shooting, August pointed it to my face, and I was plastered by the largest load I'd ever experienced. Spurt after spurt found its place on my face, on my chest and in my mouth (which I had instinctively opened). When it finally subsided, my face and neck were covered with his warm seed. I couldn't open my eyes it was so thick, and I enjoyed the feeling of his thick load slowly dripping down me.
"Boy, don't open your eyes yet, but this is Dalton and August", Keevoh grunted. We all laughed. "I think your boy needs to be cleaned up, Keevoh," Dalton observed, "You might need to give him a bath."
"That's not a bad idea. You want to get cleaned up boy?" Keevoh growled.
"Mmmm yes sir," I said.
"Good boy." And with that Keevoh pulled out and placed one arm under my pecs and another above my thighs. He leveled me in the water so I was vertical, my ass just exposed to the warm night air. I dipped my face in the water, rubbing the cum and sweat off of me so that I might be able to see.
I then felt many hands upon my body. Dalton and August groped around my body, rubbing my back, sides and ass. One hand found my cock while another worked against my just fucked hole. "Mmmm, feels like you filled this boy good, Keevoh," August said in his deep baritone voice.
"His boy pussy is rather tight and hot. You might enjoy it, August," Keevoh said. I blushed a little and my ass twitched at the thought of Keevoh offering up my ass to his friends.
"I bet you'd like that, huh boy," August breathed as I felt a thick digit wiggle into my hole. I just moaned in pleasure. Keevoh held me up while the two groped and rubbed on me. They tweaked my nipples, and my ass exposed I felt a second finger work into my hold. One of them (I think Dalton) pulled at my cock roughly, and I found myself bucking back against the anal assault and then thrusting forward into the meaty fist around my cock. It wasn't long before I felt orgasm beginning to build in me. "Yeah, that's it boy, you can do it," I heard Dalton say.
"Yeah fuck that fist, give us that load," August breathed.
I did as I was told, moaning like a bitch in heat. Then Keevoh said, "That's it boy, cum for me."
That put me over the edge, and I started shooting into the water. I heard myself scream out in pleasure as these hot men groped, poked and prodded me. I then sagged into Keevoh who was still holding me up. He pulled me towards him, and I felt him kiss me right behind the ear. "That's a good boy," he whispered as I caught my breath. There was nowhere else I wanted to be then there in his arms.