Well, I guess they probably don’t really have porn, so listening to a sister get railed must be the next best thing, I thought.
When we emerged for dinner, it could have been my imagination, but there seemed to be young blushing Wild Elf maidens everywhere. But as Tavorwen said, it seemed to light a fire in them, and the energy in the air was almost palpable.
It was a relief when bedtime came and I could retreat to our room and lay down. Part of me was mad because fucking a girl in a public place had been on my bucket list, and it had made my first time with Tavorwen and Creadean high in the treetops after my first victories against the Shadow Elves that much hotter, but not realizing my Matrons were willingly putting themselves on sexual display, I hadn’t properly relished the experience.
That did explain why they didn’t mind Ulamir and Zanantha watching though. If they were expecting a gaggle of Wild Elf Maidens outside the room listening, what was it to have Ulamir and Zanantha watch?
Either way, the stresses and exertions of the day led to me quickly falling asleep.
The following day was a parade. We were confined to our region of the underground city, not by decree or verdict, but by social visits. During breakfast, Opheira came by to introduce the Voriths contesting in the tournament. Her name was Reevia and she was only an inch or two shorter than me, and taller than any other member of my house by at least five inches. She still had a lot of delicate elven features, but if I had seen her on Earth, I would have expected to see her in a sports bra and leggings doing squats at the local gym.
“We are hoping that Reevia will triumph in the tournament,” Opheira stated with hope. “If not, there are no males in our Hratha that will be available for her within a hundred years.”
“A hundred years?” I marveled. “Is it really that infrequent that males are born?”
“No, but more than half of the males who exist and are born are too closely related to her for her to be bound,” Opheira explained.
“So why doesn’t she find a male from one of the other Hratha to bond to?” I asked.
“Ha! All the Hratha are in the same trap. Why would they allow their males to bond with maidens from outside the Hratha?” She chuckled.
“Why don’t you exchange then?” I suggested. “Surely you could find someone who’d take a deal like that.”
She looked at me. “That is not how it is done,” she retorted, but I could see the wheels turning in her head.
They stayed and while Reevai didn’t say anything, her eyes said she had been one of the maidens outside my room one of the nights at Maelgrum and she wanted what she heard.
They stayed until the Elder from the Drindir Hratha arrived to show off their contestant, and so it went throughout the day. I came very quickly to realize that tall, strong women were considered beautiful by the Wild Elves and while that wasn’t why they were beautiful, I couldn’t deny the appeal of the contestants I saw. The only Hratha not to present their contestant to me that day was Hratha Orin, our host.
By the time the last left, well after dinner, I’d been sporting an erection most of the day, which many of the maidens eagerly noticed, and I was about ready to just take one of my matrons right there in front of whoever happened to be watching. My matrons could feel exactly how pent up I was feeling and as soon as we walked through the curtain into our room, I was past niceties. Luckily from the fact a few of my matrons raced past me and Benavur was completely naked, with Risavis and Sevrina only a few garments behind by the time I arrived, I could tell my
“Who wants it?” I demanded as I stripped down.
“I’ve been waiting for days!” Benavur moaned, laying down and spreading her legs enticingly.
I stopped for a second, “Really, I swear I haven’t let any of you go over a week…”
Risavis nodded, “You didn’t. Apparently, Benavur is one of the unfortunate ones that purges early.”
“Well, if you’d told me earlier, I would have fixed it earlier,” I told her, and I plunged deep into her aching sex.
“Oh Gods! Master, I didn’t want to be a bother…” She moaned.
“Oh, trust me, you wouldn’t be,” I told her.
The sex was fast and hard and we fucking loved it.
The next day, early in the morning, we were collected just after breakfast and led to the surface.
On the surface, a competition ground of earth was being erected. Pairs of Wild Elf mages would walk to a section, and perform a series of gestures while uttering the magic commands before the earth rose up, creating a tiered structure, not unlike bleachers. In a short period, the bleachers were all filled, and it looked like members of each of the Hratha had come to cheer on their contestants.
The contestants were all mounted on a variety of beasts, from the Reevia of the Vorith riding a hiersver, to what looked like a three-horned unicorn, there were all sorts of mounts to be seen. Reevia seemed to be the only contestant astride a flying mount and I wondered how much of an advantage that would give her.
I was seated away from all of my companions, seated instead next to Magnus and in the middle of the Elders of each of the Hratha. I didn’t like being separated from my matrons, maidens, and especially Amura, but they were close enough that I could keep an eye on them.
“Opheira, I asked about horses when we first met,” I told her. “If you were to remove the horns from that mount on the end, that is what my people would call a horse.”
“Strange.” Another elder noted. “It would only have its hooves to protect itself… Your world must be safer to not require better protection.”
I couldn’t really refute that.
“The Tournament shall now begin!” An older Wild Elf maiden in battle gear declared, her voice clearly carried by magic to our ears. “The tournament shall consist of five events, with points being given to each maiden depending on their performance each round. The poorest performance shall gain 1 point, and the greatest performance shall receive 17. The first event shall be a grand melee. Protective magic shall be used to prevent harm to the contestants but shall mark contestants according to the damage received. Lesser marks of green, blue, and red will not prevent a contestant from continuing, but upon receiving a fatal black mark, the contestant will be withdrawn from the arena, and their points tallied.”
It was fascinating to me, though from the looks of it, it was more nostalgic than interesting to most of the Wild Elves.
“It has been ages since a proper tournament was held.” One elder mused.
“Since at least half a century before the Massacre.” Another agreed.
The melee started and the reason for the large field became evident. With the speed and agility of the mounts, it was like the one time I watched professional soccer. The field seemed too big but the players got around fast enough that it worked. The contestants seemed to jockey for positioning a great deal, and unfortunately, with the obviousness of her intentions each time her hiersver dived to attack, Reevia was the first to be eliminated. Mid swoop, she lashed out at an opponent but was struck first, disappearing in an instant and appearing in a fenced enclosure outside the arena.
A scorekeeper just below us made a note on a roll of what looked like parchment, and the contest continued.
“I wonder why she didn’t just use a weapon with range.” I wondered.
“Oh, she’ll be given that opportunity in the next round,” Magnus replied. “This is the melee. All weapons must be held in the hand and struck with.”
That made sense, I suppose. That way any advantage in close-range or long-range combat could be accounted for in the tournament.
The first round took at least an hour to complete as the maidens tired and their mounts slowed. The last three were the riders from the Galar, Orin, and Thrakvar Hrathas, riding an enormous lizard, a great feline, and the three-horned unicorn (tricorn?). The lizard-riding Galar managed to get the edge on the Thrakvar tricorn rider, but the Orin on her great cat exploited the opening to win.
“Orin wins in the trial of physical prowess! Who is surprised?” Magnus declared with pride.
There was a short break while the riders recovered under the ministrations of what looked to be healers. I knew they weren’t physically harmed, but it seemed the healers could restore vigor as well.
“Next shall be the great crossfire!” The announcer declared. “Only weapons that may be thrown, or launched may be used this round.”
Reevia fared better this round but was still quickly eliminated. Her position in the sky, yes it gave her an elevation advantage, her targets were agile and could easily see the attacks coming. And when she descended to try to make the attacks quicker, she was targeted by multiple of the other contestants and eliminated.
Seven points in the first two rounds, while the Orin contestant was eliminated fairly early this time, it still seemed unlikely she’d be the winner of the tournament.
Now I felt nervous. I had been more than a little horny and struggled to remember the names of the other contestants. I felt like a contestant on The Bachelor who had forgotten the names of my bachelorettes.
In the second round, I noticed one of the maidens who seemed to be going mostly ignored. If I recall correctly, she had been fifth to be eliminated last time, and this time she was doing just as well. She rode a feline, slightly smaller than a friror, with a bright red coat, and its smaller size seemed to lead to greater agility. She was expert at finding opportunities when others were preoccupied by the attacks of a more obvious foe to exploit with a quick attack with her sling. The light glinting off the projectiles told me they were metallic, and the speed at which she could launch them made me hurt for her targets when they were struck and disappeared. She made it to fourth place this time before being ganged up on and eliminated.
Listening, I caught her name. Laliera. She was of the Nourna Hratha, not quite the weakest, but from the sounds of it, was considered bottom three. While Reevia was not likely to win, placing fifth in the first round and fourth in the second netted Laliera a total of 27 points with 34 being the maximum possible.
“For our next contest, your partners may rest.” The announcer declared. “Next shall be the Test of Will!”
“How fares your Vaisha in magic, Magnus?” One elder taunted. “The Orin have never boosted the greatest of mages.”
“Even if she falls behind here, there are still two more contests. And she will do well on them.” Magnus declared solemnly.
With a start, I realized that this Vaisha was probably his daughter, and his pride at her performance in the first round made even more sense.
Each of the maidens stood behind what looked like a crystal bowling ball on a stand. They each took a stance, their arms extended toward the orbs and while I was directly behind them, I could see focus and concentration etched into their bodies.
“You may begin when ready!” The announcer called.
The orbs began to glow, some far brighter than the others. All too quickly, the first maiden’s knees gave out, and her orb launched across the field, bouncing and rolling to a stop some thirty or forty feet away.
“Bah! Come now, Yelin! You can do better.” Her elder huffed.