Among the Elves (GoldenGateSon x Wingshadow)

[GoldenGateSon]

Steven pushed aside his soft, black hair and wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand as he pushed his way through the bushes and shrubs that stood in his way. He had been on this journey for a few days already, and with little progress in sight, the 15 year old boy was beginning to wonder if he should just turn back. Being an orphan would definitely be better than dying out here in the wild at least. His rather plain shirt and pants had been torn up and dirtied by the sharp branches that he’d waded through, and his fair skin had been cut in a few places even. His boots were caked with dirt and mud, and bathing was certainly not something that he had the luxury of out here in the middle of nowhere. A bit exhausted and dehydrated, Steven took a seat on the soft dirt and grass as he leaned back against one of the many large trees that lived in the woods. Breathing a little heavily and sweating more than just a little, the young boy took a sip of water as he thought back to how he ended up wandering aimlessly through the wilderness on his own.

When his father lay dying back in their home, the prospect of being without a family, without someone to look after or care for him seemed to be the worst thing that could possibly happen. As such, Steven’s eyes widened and his heart was filled with hope when his father finally told him of the young boy’s mother, of how he had met her by chance one day long ago while traveling through the woods, and of how several months after a night under the stars together, a baby had been left on his front door with no note and no explanation, wearing nothing but a simple necklace of a wooden leaf around his neck.

Thinking back to his father made Steven rub at his eyes which were slowly filling with tears. Though life hadn’t exactly been a breeze for them, Steven had grown up happy enough under his father’s care, a man who loved and cared for him despite his hardships and the circumstances of their coming together. He supposed that this deathbed revelation was made for Steven’s best interest, for if he had known of who his mother was, he might have sought her out sooner and found himself in a situation such as this, woefully unprepared for the journey. With his father now laid to rest, however, there was no other choice for the boy.

As he continued to sit against the tree with his head tilted back and eyes closed to rest for a moment, Steven let the soft, serene sounds of the forest wash over him. With his breathing slowed and calmed and no longer making a ruckus as he made his way through the woods, the young boy actually began to hear other noises through the soft rustle of leaves or the chirping of birds. He actually heard voices. Confused, Steven opened his brown eyes and sat up a bit, trying to hone in on where those sounds were coming from. “Who would be so deep in the woods, unless…” he trailed off as his eyes widened. Steven sprang to his feet and began to quickly make his way towards the sounds, and as he walked, the voices became clearer and clearer until they were very nearly upon. Wading through a thicket of bushes, Steven at least pulled aside a branch and was met with.

“These… are the elves?” the young boy asked aloud to himself as his mouth hung open and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. Indeed, little had been known of the elves who tended to keep to themselves. Only occasional anecdotes from travelers brought news of this strange, enigmatic peoples to young Steven’s ears as he grew up. Perhaps that was why his father never talked much about his mother, not wanting to fill Steven’s mind with tall tales and be laughed at by many who assumed that elves were nothing more than stories and legends. Yet what laid before Steven’s eyes was far from a fairy tale. What he saw were… naked people. Men, women, and children clad in nothing, bared completely to nature save for a few select pieces of jewelry or ornaments around their necks and elsewhere. The young boy wasn’t quite sure what to expect when he found the elves, but it certainly wasn’t this. Partially because of the surprise of having actually managed to find these hidden people and partially because of fear that stepping out suddenly from the brush would cause a commotion, possibly landing him in hot water, Steven instead opted to remain partially hidden where he was and observe for the time being.

 

[Wingshadow]

The elves, as the stories had implied, shunned outsiders and embraced what they knew as the way of nature. They lived within nature itself, concealing nothing and allowing the forest itself to provide for their every need. While they may have appeared to be nothing more than shrubbery to an outsider, even the underbrush foliage surrounding the village served a purpose, providing a barrier against cold winds that might sweep below the trees. A lofty canopy extended above them, forming a blanket of protection from the intense sun and filtering the rays into a warm, comfortable green. They lived within small huts or moderately-sized houses built within the trees themselves, having trained and pruned the trees from a young age to form a dwelling within the living wood. The children were few in number, and were closely watched by the adults in the village, particularly their parents who were distinguished form the other by means of elegant tattoos adorning their backs. They gathered in small groups, socializing and humming fragments of songs and poems. A few younger women brought in large baskets of fruits from the forest, washing them from water drawn from the well in the center of the village. They lived a quiet and simple yet pleasant life secluded from other races and the constant turmoil and distress of human life.

As the young man watched them from afar, his partially-exposed figure drew the attention of one of the young women, visibly aged around the late twenties. She had long, fair hair tied with an elegant hairpiece fashioned from silver which glistened in the dim light. She set down her basket of fruits and quickly stepped over to one of the groups of older villagers, pointing out the young man to them. They all arose abruptly and approached him, eyes studying his features for a moment before one of the older males, aged in his late fortes, "Young man... How did you find us? You do not appear to be elfin, yet you are far too young to have the necessary proficiency to bypass the wards we placed around the village. You should have subconsciously avoided us... Tell me, how are you?" More and more elves gathered around at this strange sight, some doubling back around him to prevent him from escaping before they had a chance to speak with him. In all, the village seemed to number around four dozen or so, with only a few appearing aged significantly past fifty.

 

[GoldenGateSon]

Steven was silently observing the the elves, his eyes wandering from body to body as well as taking in their surroundings. He had never seen such a place before nor had he seen such people or homes. He was just as surprised to see these massive trees growing outward to form shelter in their trunks as he was to see that the elves were stark naked. Growing up with the rather conservative, prudish humans, the young boy had actually never even seen a naked woman before, and yet here were dozens of them walking about as if it was completely normal to go nude in front of others.

The boy was so lost in his surprise and admiration for these, admittedly beautiful, people, that he didn’t quite notice that they had in fact noticed him until it was a bit too late. By the time he saw the group of elves approaching him, he had already been encircled from behind. His lips quivered with fear and his heart was beating fast now. Though he had never heard stories of the elves proving violent or harming wayward travellers, Steven was still understandably feeling anxious as he was surrounded by these strange people that he’d never even known had actually existed, let alone met before.

As Steven’s eyes wandered the circle of strangers around him, he slowly turned his head back to the older man who was speaking to him, and even then he simply stared blankly at him for a few moments, too locked up with anxiousness to really comprehend what had just been said to him. ‘I… I don’t…” he stammered, hand visibly shaking as it went to reach for his necklace of the wooden leaf that he had worn since he was a babe. In times of distress or sadness or fear, Steven would reach for it and rub it between his fingers, something that served to calm him. Given the circumstances, it was all he could do to try and calm his nerves. Taking a gulp and letting out a breath, he looked into the eyes of the leader of the group. “M-My mother… I’m looking for my mother,” he finally answered, voice quiet and quivering.

Having been kneeling in the dirt and the grass, Steven slowly rose to his feet, doing his best not to move suddenly to alarm the elves into pouncing on him. As stood up, he brushed at his dirtied and tattered clothing, and he could see that he was quite a good deal shorter than those around him. While he was by no means short for his age, young Steven did still have a bit of growing left to do since he measured at a mere 5’7”. His frame fit his stature, though he was perhaps slightly on the slim side at 120lbs. As he looked around him again, Steven couldn’t help bus focus on the nudity of the elves, as expected, taking extra notice of the breasts of the elven women around him. Not wanting to appear rude or offend his would be hosts, however, Steven snapped his gaze back to the face of the older man who appeared to be leading the group. “M-My name is S-Steven.”

 

[Wingshadow]

The elves made no effort to conceal themselves from his view, as they had grown accustomed to glances and looks, especially from the young and restless. Some of the women returned his curious glances, although to not the same extent that he stared at them. None of them bore any signs of injury or ill-health, their bodies sporting elegance and grace with even the slightest movements. The attention lines drawn from their ornaments only further served to accent their natural beauty, which made one wonder how the men of the village managed to keep themselves back from the women at all.

When Steven began to rub the small wooden leaf, hushed whispers began to circulate among the elves. One of the younger men stepped up to the older one, who presumably stood as their leader or at least a representative of some kind. He nodded to the younger man then turned his attention back to Steven. "Your mother, you say?" the older man mused over his words, "It is possible that fate has brought us together at this place and time, for the necklace you wear around your neck is a protective charm, one that is only given by elven mothers to their children. It dispels illusions and bewitchment of all sorts, including our very own wards. I believe that it is thanks to that you were able to find us at all. However, I do not recall any child from our village going missing within the near future..."

The woman who had spotted him first then approached the village elder, "I believe he might be referring to Julianna, who left the village for some years before returning. It is possible that she bore a child of mixed lineage during that time." The older man paused for a moment before nodding, "Given that she is your sister, you would know best if this boy is your nephew." he gestured toward her and she gave him a polite nod before approaching Steven, her footsteps soundless and graceful. She stood a full six inches taller than him, and like the others made no effort to conceal herself from her kin.

"Steven..." she bent forward and cupped his left cheek, a warm glow emitting from her palm as she did so. all the other elves gasped in awe when this happened, and she turned to address the others, "You have seen it for yourself... This lad is of our blood, mixed as it may be. As my sister's child, I will accept him even if the rest of the village does not, for it is my honor and duty to do so." The elves began to whisper among each other, but even so she turned once again to address Steven. "My name is Arielle... Come, follow me." She held her hand out toward him, a soft, gentle smile gracing her lips. She then led him back toward the village, the other elves stepping back to give them space as she directed him toward one of the larger and older trees within the village proper, one near the very center.

 

[GoldenGateSon]

As the elves talked amongst themselves, discussing their new guest, Steven remained silent as he processed everything that was going on. What little he had learned from his father didn’t quite prepare him for what he was witnessing now, and the elves were nothing like what he expected. Despite that, however, the young boy was slowly starting to feel that these elves would do him no harm. In fact, the more he stood in their presence, the more he came to feel… comforted even, as if these graceful beings would exuding of aura of calmness and peace around them. Nevertheless, sis gaze continued to slowly wander across the small circle around him as he analyzed these strangers. When one of the women broke from the circle and began to approach him, Steven’s eyes quickly focused on her.

His eyes widened a bit and his mouth hung open slightly as he was awed by her beauty. Indeed, all of the elves around him were incredibly fair, even the men, though his woman that now stepped towards him so gracefully made his heart skip. Steven’s eyes scanned her body, watching her naked breasts bounce and her wide hips sway with each soft step she took, extending a long, luscious leg in front of the other. When she was finally upon him, Steven looked up at her face as he finally saw how tall she was. Indeed, all of the elves were quite a good deal taller than him, but this woman practically towered over him. Perhaps he should have been afraid, but something about her made him feel safe.

As she reached out to touch his face, the young boy’s eyes followed her hand, though he made no movements, as if frozen in some spell. When he finally felt her palm cup his cheek, Steven suddenly felt a warmth course through his body and indeed his spirit, a warmth that matched the soft light that emanated from her hand as she touched him. As quickly as it had started though, the touch ended and with it the light. Before he could even say anything else, Steven was staring at Arielle’s outstretched hand before looking back up into her face, a bit unsure of himself. “O-Okay… Arielle,” he said meekly as he reached his hand out to take the one she offered and following her through the small crowd that had gathered around them.

Steven wasn’t quite sure what made him trust her so easily and so quickly, but his instincts told him that it was the right thing to do. As Arielle led him through the village, Steven’s eyes alternated from taking in his surroundings and looking at his aunt from behind. When he looked around, he noticed many of the elves had stopped what they were doing and simply stared at him. Their gawking made him feel a bit uncomfortable, but he figured that such a reaction was to be expected since they were such a reclusive people. It probably wasn’t often that an outsider came to them. When he looked at Arielle instead, his eyes were instead drawn to her completely bared bottom which bounced and jiggled with each step she took, much like her breasts had done earlier. The sight made the young boy blush, as he had never seen a woman so exposed in his life before, and though he couldn’t help it, he began to feel a tightening in his trousers.

“A-Arielle…” he said meekly as he followed behind the older woman as they seemingly arrived at their destination. “What… what happened back there when you held my face?” he asked. The humans were rather mundane, possessing no magical abilities whatsoever, at least the ones in his village didn’t. As such, the talk of wards or magical charms earlier had gone over the young boy’s head, though he could at least deduce what the older elf meant when he said those things. As they entered the round, open doorway at the tree’s base, he wondered if all elves had these magical powers.

 

[Wingshadow]

"It was an ancient spell of the elves," Arielle spoke, her words flowing from her lips like a calm morning breeze, "But a simple one, which emits a warm glow when elves call each other by name and touch the cheek of another elf. If you had no elf blood in you, no light would have appeared. It is a sign of closeness and affection, and as you are my sister's son, I extend both to you wholeheartedly." She turned and gestured toward the dwelling before them, "This is the place where our family lives... It is known as Third Leaf, one of six trees that sprang up from the leaves which fell from the great tree that cast the seeds of life throughout the world in which we live. Only those descended from the central family are permitted to live here, but it is your privilege as well by right of birth." She did not immediately invite him inside, however, instead approaching him once more.

"In order for the others to accept you, we must perform a sacred right of adoption into the village," Arielle's voice softened, "I will not force you to do so, but I recommend it as it will make life here easier for you." She then pointed to what remained of his shirt, "Also, you will have to strip down to your skin. Clothing such as that is a sign of the unnatural lifestyles of the outside world. There are ways to stay warm here without them, so do not fear of being exposed to the elements." she then beckoned to him to follow her, this time holding her hand out toward the massive doors of the house before them.

The doors were intricately carved, the figures of elves, flowers, and vines intertwining the entire surface. it stood a mighty ten feet in height and half that in width, its hinges blending in to the tree itself with only a narrow bulge around its edges indicating where the door ended and the tree began. When Arielle approached it, it opened inward of its own accord, a low creaking accompanying the movement. The steps leading inside were fashioned from the same living wood as the door, each perfectly shaped and even. The interior opened wide, a single central room with many small tables and sleeping cots resembling giant flower buds lining the inner walls. In the center, a pillar of light descended from the ceiling, with colored leaves filtering the sunbeams like a massive dome of stained glass.

 

[GoldenGateSon]

Steven listened intently and with fascination as Arielle explained to him the wondrous magic that had been performed moments ago. Well, to her and the other elves it may have been one of the most mundane forms of magic, but to a mere human such as Steven, it may as well have been a display of fantastic sorcery. When she even added that she offered him closeness and affection, it made the young boy’s heartbeat skip. His eyes actually began to well with tears again, those this time, they were tears of joy, not sadness. To think that mere days ago he had been alone in this world, Steen was relieved and overjoyed to now have someone call him family and take him in. He wiped at his eyes with his free hand, so as not to embarrass himself in front of his long lost aunt.

As he did so, he also listened to her explanation of her people’s history, or rather, his people’s history, since he was indeed half elven. He was ready, even eager, to see what his new home would be like, but he didn’t move to enter it since Arielle hadn’t. When she instead turned to him and told him of this ceremony, the young boy was understandably confused and curious. Before he could even ask further, he looked down at his dirty, tattered clothing when Arielle further explained that he would need to shed his “unnatural” clothes. Steven shouldn’t have been surprised, after all, given that all the elves he had seen so far went without garments as well. He was hesitant of course, but after a bit of thinking, it would be a small price to pay if it meant that he would finally have a family and a place to call home again.

As he looked back up, he saw that Arielle was already walking into the tree, and so Steven followed after her. He didn’t have much time to examine the door, though he did get a glance as he passed by it as he walked into the large, single room that made up his new home. It looked rather cozy, and though the designs were strange to him and nothing like human designs, it nevertheless felt like home. “Wow…” he whispered to himself as he looked all about and even up at the corridor of light illuminating the central chamber. Even as inexperienced as he was with architecture or carpentry, Steven could tell that the entire home had been… grown from the tree itself, including the furniture and the flowery beds, or at least that’s what he assumed they were.

After taking some time to admire the natural beauty of the place, Steven’s thoughts went back to the rite of adoption that Arielle mentioned as well as the need for him to strip to his bare skin. Grabbing hold of the tattered fabric, he only hesitated for a moment before pulling his shirt, quickly followed by his trousers and shoes, off his young body. He actually winced slightly as he undressed, the slight cuts and scrapes he had sustained from his journey in the forest stinging a bit as the clothes ran over his skin. Before long, he was standing stark naked in the wooden room, feeling a bit shy and self conscious as he held his clothes in his hands. “So.. ahem… What… what’s the Rite of Adoption?” he asked, still standing there awkwardly and unsure what to do, discarded clothes held in a bundle in front of his loins, a natural, subconscious reaction he had brought with him from human society.

 

[Wingshadow]

Arielle gestured toward one of the tables and sat down, waiting for him to join her before answering his question. The seats themselves, despite being formed from wood, were both well shaped and comfortable, the bark serving as cushions as it conformed to the shape of the bottom when sat upon.

"The Rite of Adoption is a solemn yet joyous ceremony which will officiate your joining with the village proper. Under normal circumstances, this would only occur if an elf from a different village wishes to join our village, but this is a special case," Arielle explained, "The rite itself is quite simple. A representative of the elf, in this case, myself, will stand with the entire village gathered about us in a wide circle. You will stand with me in the center. If the villagers wish to accept you into the village, they will step forward to indicate this, and if there is a majority in favor of your adoption, you will be recognized as bearing the same rights and privileges as if you had been born in the village proper. At that point, you will be free to choose whomever you desire from among the women to mate with, as a show of good will. If you had been a woman, naturally you would choose from the men instead."

His aunt spoke with a calm and even demeanor, as if none of this were particularly out of the ordinary. More-so than simply practicing nudism, it appeared that sex as well was an everyday part of their lives, as common as exchanging greetings, perhaps. It came as no surprise that such ceremonies would be accompanied by sex as well, although the young man most certainly had not been exposed to such before.

 

[GoldenGateSon]

Still a bit shy, Steven quickly moved toward a seat at the table that Arielle had gestured towards, keeping the bundle of clothes that he no longer needed squarely over his loins. In his rush to sit down so that his more private areas would be hidden from the woman, Steven hadn’t actually take the time to examine the seats, but as soon as he sat down, he immediately felt how smooth and how comfortable the seat was. It was only at that point that he looked down to see what he was sitting on. Like with all other items of furniture in the home, the chair seemed as if it was growing directly out of the tree itself, and though he was sitting, literally butt naked upon bark, it felt as smooth as marble to him. Clearly, such things did not exist in human towns, and it was another phenomenon that Steven attributed to the magical nature of the elves.

Turning back and looking at his aunt, the young boy listened intently as she explained more about their people’s culture, specifically the Rite of Adoption. As he listened, Steven nodded along with the words Arielle was speaking, all of it seeming rather harmless for the most part. As he continued to listen, however, Steven’s eyes couldn’t help but drop from Arielle’s face down to her exposed breasts, which were very much bared for him to oggle and even moving a bit as she spoke to him. Try as he might to refocus his attention on her face, time and time again his eyes would drop to her alluring bosom. It was during one such instance of ogling that she ultimately explained the final step in the ceremony. It took a moment for Steven to register what she had said, but once he did, his eyes shot back up to meet Arielle’s, a deep blush beginning to spread across his cheeks.

“M-Mate?!” he asked in surprised and worried voice. Steven had never even kissed a woman, let alone… mated with one. Further, he had never heard it said in such a way. Back home with the humans, the adults had always used words or phrases such as “lie with” or “make love to” when referring to the intimate union between a man and a woman. Of course, the occasional “fuck” was overheard by the young boy from time to time. The point remained that he had only ever heard the word “mate” used when referring to animals mating. Though he was panicked by this revelation, brief flashes of him “mating” with the woman who sat across from him flashed in his mind, despite the fact that she was his aunt. Shaking the thought from his head and fighting back the feelings of arousal, Steven tried to voice his concern.

“B-But… I can’t do that!” he said. “I mean, I think I can, but what I mean is…” he trailed off. Several of the other boys had back home had bragged about their conquests, about how they had seduced a the neighbor girl, or about how they had secretly visited the local brothel to hire one of the working girls. He had been teased on occasion for his lack of experience in the bedroom, and as he thought of it again now, the young teen couldn’t help but blush even more as he sat opposite this woman he had only just met. “Well… I… I’ve never… ‘mated’ with anyone before,” he said shyly, opting to use the word that Arielle had used instead of the other ways he knew of calling it from back home. As he sat there opposite this beautiful woman talking and thinking about the primal act, Steven couldn’t help but feel his face flush with blood, but that wasn’t the only thing that was flushing with it. Beneath the pile of old clothes he held in his lap, his manhood was growing and stiffening against his will as the subconscious thoughts of sex began to push their way into his conscious thought.

 

[Wingshadow]

"Oh... I see," Arielle's eyes widened slightly upon hearing this revelation, "In that case, it would be best to undergo the Coming of Age Ceremony. It is similar to the Rite of Adoption, only it will officiate you as an adult, a person capable of making decisions on their own. It is much more private than the Rite of Adoption, so perhaps it will help ease you into how we do things here. I understand that you have spent most if not all of your life among humans, so please do not feel coerced to push yourself more than you are capable. The Coming of Age Ceremony is when we mate for the first time with a chosen member of the village, with their consent of course. It may be anyone from the assembly, and although of late it has been common to choose an older sibling from within their own family, this is not necessary. Afterward, the two present themselves before the village and the village elder declares the youth an adult in the eyes of all those present."

Arielle leaned forward slightly, unintentionally bringing the objects of his attention somewhat closer to the embarrassed young man, "I understand that all of this is quite new and strange to you. My sister, your mother, would often speak of the human world and how strange and different it was to how we lived our lives..." Her voice trailed off for a moment, "The reason she is not here present is because she is searching for something, more specifically an answer. You see, our people are suffering from a lack of fertility. It is very uncommon for us to become pregnant. With our long lifespans, this generally does not prove too much of an inconvenience, but at times certain members of our village have become depressed from lacking success in childbearing. Your mother took it upon herself to find some way of remedying this situation, and to that end she has been going to and fro throughout the world searching for a cure. She only visits occasionally, and even then her visits are often quite brief."

"Please understand that she is doing this for your sake as well... She would often talk of you, her child that she was forced to leave behind. The path of a wanderer is a hard one, yet she trusted your father to care for you," Arielle smiled sadly, "But enough of that... I am sure you are tired from your travels. Feel free to use any of the beds here to rest up and let me know how you feel about the ceremonies when you feel up to it."

 

[GoldenGateSon]

Steven was still a bit embarrassed about his revelation to Arielle, so it took him a moment to refocus on her voice as she continued to speak to him, now explaining what the Coming of Age Ceremony was. He was hoping that it would involve something less intimate and revealing than what the Rite of Adoption did, but unfortunately for the young virgin, that proved to not be the case. He only blushed even more as his aunt explained the ceremony, and he could only take solace in the fact that she had said it was more private than the Rite of Adoption. However, it seemed that the customs and practices of the elves seemed to heavily revolve around sex. As anxious as he might have been about such a thing, he didn’t want to jeopardize his one chance at having a place to call home again.

He looked back up at his aunt as if to speak since he had been staring at a spot on the floor, too embarrassed to even look her in the eyes as she was talking about “mating” again. As he looked up at her, however, his eyes immediately widened as he noticed Arielle leaning forward, for all intents and purposes baring more of her luscious bosom to him as rested magnificently on the beautiful wooden table. As before, the young boy had difficulty looking into her eyes, his gaze instead glued to her chest as she spoke. Though once his aunt began talking about Julianna, his other, he was able to pull his attention from her chest for a moment at least.

This was the most he had ever learned about his mother, and he listened with rapt attention as Arielle laid out her history for him, as well as her goal and purpose in life. “Oh, I see,” he said, absorbing all of the information that had just been shared. After listening to Arielle, Steven’s embarrassment had faded somewhat, as did his erection and his blushing. He had never known that elves had such difficulty in conceiving children, though he did wonder why the community that he had stumbled upon was as small as it was. He also couldn’t help but smile, however, when Arielle mentioned that his mother mentioned him often. It made him feel as though someone did care for him in this world after all. “Do you know when she’ll be visiting again?” the eagerness in his voice apparent, as he was curious and excited for the chance to finally meet the woman who had given him life.

Though he hadn’t quite noticed it before, most likely due to the adrenaline in his system, Steven finally began to notice his fatigue almost as soon as Arielle mentioned it. “Oh, alright,” he said, simply going along with her suggestion as he rose to his feet, by now, having practically forgotten about his state of nudity. Leaving the pile of clothes on the table as he stood up, for the first time, Steven’s erect manhood was out in in plain sight, directly in front of Arielle’s eyes. It was still rather firm and throbbing, despite the young boy having already pushed thoughts of mating and the like from his mind. As he turned and walked towards one of the flowery beds that rested against the walls, his rod bounced and bobbed as he moved, though he didn’t notice it. The petals of the bed were open, and upon climbing onto it, the lower set of petals folded inward, acting as a blanket that kept Steven warm and comfortable. In fact, the flower was even more comfortable than his bed from back home. With his fatigue and the comfort of his new bed, Steven quickly drifted off to sleep.

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Steven wasn't sure how long he'd slept, but it was likely quite some time. When he had arrived at the elf village, the sun was already starting it's descent in the sky. As he slowly rubbed the sleep from his eyes, however, he could see through the molded windows in the trunk of the tree that the sun was just starting its ascent. It appeared to be the morning of the next day. He rarely slept so much, but then again, he was rarely as tired as he was, his journey through the wilderness having taken its toll on him. As he sat up in bed, the petals of the flower-bed parted again on cue, allowing him to move about more comfortably. Taking a quick look about the room, he could see that it was empty and that he was the only one there. Stretching his arms up and yawning a bit, the boy slid off of the bed and onto his feet. He had slept very well it seems, since every bit of fatigue had seemed to wash away from his body and his soul. He was feeling truly revitalized, and as he looked down at his arms and legs, he noticed that all of his cuts had seemingly disappeared overnight. Steven's widened with surprise, but he assumed that this was yet more of the benevolent magic that the elves held. Still pleasantly surprised, Steven made his way out of his home onto the soft, green grass that made up the central area of the village, looking about to see if he could find Arielle anywhere nearby. Though he had failed to notice it given his fascination with how his wounds had healed, Steven's was sporting a rather large morning erection, and as scanned the area, it stood proudly pointing up at the sky for all to see.

 

[Wingshadow]

"Unfortunately, I do not," Arielle replied with a soft sigh, "Naturally, her travels require her to leave for extended periods of time. Sometimes it is only for a few months, while at other times we do not see her again for several years. She never tells me where she is going next, but never fails to tell me all that she has seen and experienced in the wide world during her journeys. To the others, she simply informs them that she has not yet found the cure that she is seeking for. I can tell that she enjoys her journeys, but at the same time she has never lost sight of her true goal." With that, she nodded to her nephew and rose from the table as well, catching only a momentary glance in the direction of his erection before bidding him goodnight one last time and retiring from the room.

There were others in the room, two girls in particular, one of which looked to be aged around twenty while the other around twenty-five. The younger had shorter blonde hair, sporting perky and well-rounded breasts and an evenly-toned complexion, an ornate ornament around her neck and shoulders accenting her natural femininity while a similar chain about her waist drew the eyes to her wide hips. They each took a much longer look at Steven's hardened girth as he stepped toward the rosebud-like bed, exchanging hushed whispers to each other in excited tones. Given that they were in the same central house as Steven, they were likely extended family members in the very least. For the time being they gave him the space he needed to recover from his journey, postponing any questions they might have for later. Arielle for her own part nodded to each of them before turning to leave, casting one last glance toward Steven as the flower petals enfolded him, "Sleep well, Steven."

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Clara and Gwendolyn, the two females from the day before, where the first to spot the young man as he left the family dwelling, their eyes nearly instantly fixing upon his stiff manhood. Clara, the younger of the two, reclined upon one of the tree branches above him, her arms folded under her head as she studied him for a moment. Gwendolyn, the older of the pair sat across the way, seated on a tree root as she jotted down words for a poem. She stood up, closing her book almost instantly when she noticed the movement at the doorway. Both approached him, Clara swinging down from above and landing as softly and soundlessly as a fallen leaf while Gwendolyn walked toward him from below, her footsteps falling as gracefully and fluidly as a swift, flowing river.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Clara smiled, reaching up and brushing a lock of hair from her forehead as she bent forward slightly, as she stood a good few inches taller than him, "Arielle told be a bit about you. So you're my cousin? Pleased to meet you... My name is Clara, and this here is your older sister, or half-sister I suppose, Gwendolyn." She gestured toward the older and slightly taller female who was also more filled out than Clara in the breast area. Gwendolyn also wore a simple hair pin of gold and bracelets, which drew the eyes toward her hands and her head. Unlike the younger woman, she held herself with a bit more formality, perhaps due to the uncomfortable suddenness she naturally felt from meeting her younger sibling right out of the blue.

"Good morning," Gwendolyn nodded to him, stealing another glance at his firm manhood before continuing, "Are you... Perhaps, versed in the elves traditions? If not, you going out in such a manner may give the women here the wrong idea."

 

[GoldenGateSon]

Steven was a bit surprised when he caught Clara dropping down from the tree branch unexpectedly in his periphery, and she was soon joined by her cousin as well. “Ah, g-good morning,” Steven said a bit nervously, offering a weak smile up at Clara as she brushed aside a lock of her beautiful golden hair. “Pleased to meet you as well. I’m Steven,” he eventually responded after he took a moment to collect himself. Yesterday, Steven had noticed the two women out of the corner of his eye as he spoke to Arielle, though he tried to pay them no heed when he went to bed, still feeling a bit anxious about the whole situation. “Cousin? So is Arielle your mother?” Steven asked Clara inquisitively, before turning to Gwendolyn as well. “Then I guess that means we share a mother then,” he added. Though there was no malice in his heart towards the taller elf, Steven nevertheless felt a bit jealous knowing that his half-sister had grown up with their mother, as rare as their meetings might have been given when Julianna began her journey.

As they exchanged pleasantries though, the young teen began to feel a bit better about conversing with them. Steven’s eyes couldn’t help but wander either, which was of course expected. Both women were incredibly beautiful, with bodies just as magnificent. His gaze drifted from their faces to their luscious bosoms, noting the differences between the two as he examined them, as he took in their feminine forms, his erect manhood pulsed with desire of its own accord. Even then, however, Steven seemed oblivious as to the state of his own arousal. He was especially excited when Clara even leaned forward, letting her smaller, but very shapely breasts hang a bit under her as she spoke to him.

It wasn’t until Gwendolyn’s eyes dropped down to his loins and even pointed it out that Steven finally looked down as well to see his rather embarrassing state. Immediately, his eyes widened and he blushed, bringing his hands forward to try and cover up his stiff rod as best he could, though he was having a difficult time of it given how large he was. Despite his best efforts, much of it was still very much visible, both to him and his two newly acquainted family members. “Oh, I’m so sorry… I-I’m not very familiar with Elven traditions unfortunately,” he tried to explain to both of them, though he mostly directed his words at Gwendolyn since she was the one who asked him and also because even Steven could sense that she was slightly colder than Clara was towards him. “I’ve lived with peo-... I mean humans for most of my life,” he said, trying not to be rude be implying that elves weren’t people. “All of this is still very new to me,” he said, eyes looking up to see if there was any judgement in Gwendolyn’s eyes. ““With humans, we always wear clothes. Since the elves don’t though, I didn’t know if walking around like this was frowned upon,” he said, misunderstanding Gwendolyn’s intent when she said the women might get the wrong idea. “Is it rude for men to walk around… like this?” he continued.

 

[Wingshadow]

"Yep, Arielle is my mother," Clara nodded enthusiastically, clearly the more energetic and open out of the pair, "She is a very kind woman, and I'm sure she will shower you with all the love you can handle." She giggled, taking note of the way he gazed at her body. The younger girl placed her hand onto her hip and shifted her weight slightly, "Say, you haven't chosen a partner for the coming of age ceremony yet, have you? Arielle told us that you haven't undergone it yet and that you were still a bit nervous over the whole thing." She shifted her weight to her other foot, folding her hands behind her back so as to give him a nice full view in the process, "Its not that big of a deal once you get used to life here. Its just that humans have such different practices and way of life than us elves."

"Yes," Gwendolyn nodded, "We have never properly met before, but I hope you will approve of me. I always wanted a younger sibling, and Mother would talk about you on occasion, assuring me that we were destined to meet someday. It appears that her prediction was correct, as I always believed it to be." She looked over the shorter male with interest, but her gaze still maintained that calm air about it that felt somewhat aloof. Perhaps it was merely her personality and not true emotional distance, as she treated Clara in the same demeanor despite the two being on evidently quite friendly terms.

When Steven suddenly blushed and attempted to cover himself, both Clara and Gwendolyn responded in turn. "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Clara blinked, clearly a bit taken aback by his sudden show of embarrassment, "Right, Gwendolyn?"

"Indeed... " Gwendolyn spoke up, "It is hardly rude. In fact, in the elven way of life, males typically choose a female with which to sleep, who by that act agrees to be his partner in sex the next morning. If they decide not to take a woman with them to bed, then they usually either seek out a woman the next morning, or present themselves in just such a manner so as to announce that they are open to whichever woman desires to help them. It is truly a good thing that we were the first to see you, as the others may not have stopped to ask questions first."

"What she means to say is, she wants to try out your manhood almost as much as I do," Clara smiled, earning her an annoyed look from the older female.

"You really do have no tact... Some things are best left implied, not explicitly stated, Clara," Gwendolyn huffed, turning a tinge pink herself.

 

[GoldenGateSon]

The double meaning behind Clara’s little comment about her mother showering Steven with love was a bit lost on the boy, as he merely took the comment at face value assuming that Clara meant Arielle would show him kindness and affection, which she already had. To that, Steven nodded in agreement, glad that he was being received so warmly already, at least by his own family anyway. “Yes, she’s a very kind woman indeed. I’m glad that she’s my aunt,” he said in response, offering a genuine smile for the first time since his father died. It also helped that Clara seemed so friendly and was incredibly gorgeous to top it all off. Steven couldn’t tell whether she was presenting herself the way she was on purpose, but he certainly didn’t complain as his eyes tracked the sway and jiggle of her perky breasts as she shifted from one foot to the other before putting her hands behind her back. It was then that he looked down to her golden bush, natural and full on her mound. Turning his gaze to Gwendolyn in turn, when she spoke he also took note of her darker, but equally full bush. “I’ve always wanted a sibling as well. I’m sure we’ll get along, Gwendolyn,” he said in response, again offering a genuine smile. Though he might have been perhaps a bit timid, Steven was nevertheless rather friendly and kind.

When Clara asked him about his choice of partner for the Coming of Age Ceremony, however, his eyes went back to hers to answer. “Well… I’m not really sure I know who I’d want to pick. I barely know anyone around here, and we humans… usually anyway, are supposed to wait until marriage before… mating,” he said, still feeling a strange at saying it so bluntly. As soon as he mentioned it, however, Steven wondered if elves even got married. Steven was still trying to wrap his head around the casualness with which the elves approached sexuality, but he would be even more surprised as Gwendolyn explained how things worked in their community. With mouth hanging open in surprise while his eyes widened and his cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink in embarrassment, Steven did his best to understand the cavalier approach these elves had for taking lovers.

The teen was in for even more of a surprise, however, when Clara so bluntly stated her desire before outing Gwendolyn’s as well. “W-Wait! You mean, that you want to… mate with me too?!” he asked in an urgent tone, raising a finger to point at the two women before pointing back at himself, which again left more of his throbbing manhood out in the open for both of his female relatives to see, and for any other females near them to see as well. “Isn’t it prohibited for you to have sex with relatives?” he followed, bringing his human assumptions with him into the conversation. While he had already certainly gotten used to, at least somewhat, the idea that the elves were very free with their sexuality, this new revelation that even incest was a commonly practiced tradition pushed his disbelief to its limits. Despite his apparent shock, however, deep down Steven couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement and arousal at the thought of all the open sex that was occurring, even with one's own flesh and blood. Though this of course didn’t show through words, his arousal nevertheless bubbled to the surface in the form of a thick dollop of precum oozing from the tip of his cock, glistening in the morning sunlight as it coated the bulbous tip of his penis and the foreskin that sheathed half of its head.

 

[Wingshadow]

"Marriage? Mother has mentioned it before in passing," Gwendolyn nodded, "Elves do not practice marriage in a technical sense. There have been elves who have voluntarily only had sex with each other for their entire lives, but this is a very rare exception rather than the rule. Given that humans are much more fertile than elves, it seems this practice suits them just fine, but for elves it may be hard to secure the desired number of children in that way." She remained very straightforward in her responses, but even so she still stole a few glances in the direction of his thick, hard member. Her right hand tensed slightly as if she had to employ significant mental restraint to not do something then and there.

When Steven announced his surprise in the open suggestion of incest, Clara spoke up first, "No, not at all... In fact, it is perfectly normal for elves to do so. You're half elf, right? I do not see how that makes you much different. I mean, I can see plenty of ways that your elf side is significantly more dominant than your human side." She reached out and caressed his cheek gently and soothingly, attempting to calm the young man down although her actions may have had the opposite of the intended effect. Her own cheeks had begun to flush, not with embarrassment but with arousal from maintaining such a close proximity to a very hard and ready male. Being a younger elf who had yet to conceive for the first time, she had a larger libido than other elves, a trait she shared with Gwendolyn, who nonetheless did a better job of hiding it.

"Sex between siblings or other family members is hardly strange, especially with respect to the coming of age ceremony," Gwendolyn replied, "You are, however, free to choose anyone you wish to be your partner, and she will help guide you through your first time on a private basis so as not to become embarrassed before the others members of the village. It is something all elves go through in order to become recognized as an adult, and it is hardly something to shy away from. However, I can understand your hesitance as you did not grow up here in the village, so please pay Clara's words no mind. Integrate at your own pace."

 

[GoldenGateSon]

The more he learned about the elves’ practices, the more astounded he became, and secretly, more excited as well. Arielle had already told him of the difficulty with which elven women conceived, but as Gwendolyn mentioned it again, it appeared that it was truly a difficult situation for all of them. He had to admit that it did make sense given the circumstances for the elves to have as much sex as they could with as many different partners as they could, all int hopes of improving their chances of bearing offspring. Too focused on processing this new information, and being distracted by the bodies of his half-sister and cousin, Steven didn’t take notice of Gwendolyn tensing up as she did, though the young teen was admittedly rather tense himself given all that he was learning about the elven way of life, which was soon to be his way of life as well.

However, as Clara reached out to gently caress his face, he did manage to calm down, more than just a little in fact. As she soothed his excitement and anxiety, Steven’s hands fell away completely from his groin and came to his sides, fully baring his impressive manhood to both of the women in front of him. Without even realizing it, Steven found himself nuzzling his face into Clara’s hand as she touched him. There was something inherently comforting in the act, and he had felt the exact same way when Arielle had placed her hand on his cheek before to identify him the day before. Perhaps it was something to do with them being family, but Steven wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he found warmth in the touch that both mother and daughter seemed to share.

When Gwendolyn began to speak again, however, Steven snapped out of his revery a little before looking into Clara’s eyes accidentally. As he did so, he held that gaze for a little longer than he probably should have, sensing the desire in her as well as feeling his own desire begin to grow as his breath quickened. After a struggling to pull his eyes away from Clara’s Steven managed to turn back to Gwendolyn who explained the nature of sex within a family as well as the common practice of having a family member be the one to guide a person through the Coming of Age Ceremony. It was then that Steven thought back to Clara’s comment about his elf side being dominant over his human side. Perhaps his instinctive arousal at the thought of having sex with a family member and the lack of disgust a human would have felt was sign enough that he was truly one of them. “I-I see…” he said to acknowledge his older sister’s comment to take things at his own pace. Though given how he was feeling, his own pace might have been much quicker than even he would have guessed.

After thinking on it for a brief moment, Steven looked up to speak again. “Well… I suppose if I have to do it anyway, it might better to do it sooner than later,” he said, offering a smile so as to let them know he wasn’t exactly feeling bad about what they had just told him. He was still somewhat surprised, yes, but Steven found himself much more comfortable about everything after thinking on it a moment and coming to realize that his initial shock had merely come from what he had learned living with the humans. Searching his heart, he found that he felt not only ok with these new practices, but that he was even excited by them. “Clara, can you take me to your mother? I think she’d probably be the best person to talk to about my ceremonies since my…” he said as he looked up at Gwendolyn. “Since our mother isn’t here.”

 

[Wingshadow]

Clara giggled when Steven wholeheartedly accepted her caress, sensing the eagerness with which he fell into place. She rubbed her finger on his cheek and her gaze softened, her intentions perhaps going further than Gwendolyn would have allowed given older young woman's more cautious stance. Clara took note of the longing look in the young man's eyes, excited concerning the possibility of indulging in that eagerness when the time was right. Nonetheless, Gwendolyn's speech cut them off before it could progress any further, prompting Clara to withdraw her hand and turn to face her instead, although she did keep stealing glances at Steven's girth.

"Sure," Clara nodded in response to Steven's request, "I think she is meditating in her favorite spot on the other side of town, actually. She tends to do that early in the morning, so I suspect she's still there. Tell you what, I'll give you a tour of the town while we are at it." Clara reached out and took his hand in hers, leading him along beside her as they proceeded past the ring of houses toward the northern part of the village.

Gwendolyn crossed her arms under her ample breasts and sighed, "He does have a point, though. It would be far better to get her opinion on the matter instead of discussing it among the three of us." With that, she followed after them, keeping silent for most of the way while Clara spent most of the time pointing out each and every landmark they came across.

"In the very center of the village, as we will see in a moment," Clara began, "Is the town center circle, where many of the official ceremonies are performed. It is also where we gather for official announcements and declarations, but the current village leader is pretty relaxed so he does not call us together all that often." As the group proceeded, several more elves, both male and female, began to leave their houses and wander about the village, some proceeding toward the forest proper while others joined in small groups to socialize. The children mostly ran about on their own, aged six and up or so, with a single adult accompanying them as their number was remarkably small. The village center was marked by a wide circular expanse, a bare circle of dirt kept in place by a ring of undergrowth around the edge. In the center there was a single circular yellow stone, but otherwise it lacked any significant markings or decorations.

"Past the village center, we see one of the four wells we draw our water from. There is one for each direction, and naturally this is the northern well here," Clara pointed out the rather unassuming well made of stacked rough stones and a simple roof made of a giant mushroom cap propped up by four mushroom stalks. It was almost as if the mushroom had grown there naturally for the expressed purpose of covering the well. Clara quickly moved on without making any further notes, however.

"Just down this way are the food stores, on the east side of town, whereas the west side of town, down this other path, are the village gardens where we cultivate various rare plants and herbs," Clara pointed to each well-worn path as they crossed them, waving wordless greetings to the men and women they passed by as they walked. Before long, however, Clara led them toward a wide row of arches formed from the boughs of the trees above them, toward a single clearing to the north of the village. There, in the very center of a single beam of sunlight which pierced through the canopy, stood Steven's aunt and Clara's mother, Arielle.

Arielle knelt down in a calm and resolved manner, but Clara approached her boldly and after letting go of Steven's hand whispered something in her ear. Arielle's eyes opened slowly and she looked up at the small group, a smile spreading across her lips, "Good morning, Steven. I trust these two have shown you around town by now?"

"Yes, of course, Mother," Clara nodded, "Steven just wanted to talk to you more about the coming of age ceremony and the rite of adoption." She sat down on the ground beside her, motioning to Steven to do the same. Gwendolyn had already sat down by then, remaining as taciturn as before.

"I see," Arielle turned to Steven, "What is it about the ceremonies that you wished to discuss, specifically?"

 

[GoldenGateSon]

“Oh, okay,” Steven said, not expecting Clara to offer to give him a tour of their community as well, though he was admittedly curious and a bit eager to see and learn of his new home. Neither did he expect for Clara to reach out to take his hand in hers, and as she did so, he felt the same kind of nervousness course through his system again. Indeed, in the past half a day or so, he had been exposed to a woman’s body and a woman’s touch much more than he would have ever expected, even if such touches were of innocent intent. To an inexperienced young teen such as Steven, however, even something as simple as a touch on the cheek seemed like a momentous act. As such, holding hands with a beautiful woman such as Clara, in spite of, or rather because of, the fact that she was his cousin made Steven’s stomach fill with butterflies a bit.

Regardless of his feelings, Steven was quickly whisked away towards his aunt, while learning a few new things about the elven way of life in the process. As Clara explained and pointed out various features of their community, Steven absorbed as much as he could while asking occasional questions for clarification to sate his curiosity. Even when Clara wasn’t pointing out new things to him, Steven’s eyes continued to wander, and the attentive young man took note of the various other elves who were going about their daily lives as well as of the unique architecture that pervaded the elven town. Everything seemed to be naturally growing and occurring, even that which was clearly molded to suit the needs of the elves such as the well or their homes. Further, Steven also took note of the appearance of the elves who lived here and the various ornaments they wore. Many had simple necklaces, similar to the one he wore around his neck, while yet others, mostly women, had a chain around their waist or their ankles, not unlike the one Clara was wearing as well. Then young male also took note of another peculiarity, which was the fact that some of the women seemed to have tattoos while others did not, and some were rather large and expansive, while yet other had small ones that rested upon their lower backs just above their rears. “Clara, what do the tattoos and the jewelry mean? And why don’t you or Gwendolyn have the tattoos?” he asked curiously to his cousin who led the way in front of him while turning back to look at his sister who was following behind.

As they approached the rows of sylvan arches, Steven’s mouth hung open as he admired the beauty of the place, and as he looked on ahead, he spotted Arielle in the clearing, her beauty great enough to match that of her sacred place of meditation. He was staring, perhaps a bit too intently, at his aunt as she knelt to the ground to begin or rather continue with her meditations. He was so focused on her that as he felt Clara begin to let his hand go, he almost felt reluctant to do so, having admittedly grown attached to the feeling of holding her hand even in the short time they were walking together. Nevertheless, the young teen reluctantly released his cousin’s hand and watched her make her move towards Arielle before leaning over to whisper in her ear, and as he had done earlier that morning as well as during the small tour she had given him around the village, Steven couldn’t help but let his gaze drop down towards Clara’s breasts which hung freely beneath her as she spoke to her mother. When Arielle opened her eyes and smiled at the group, Steven couldn’t help but smile back. There was a genuine warmth in her smile, and Steven as if there was actual joy when she spoke to him.

“Yes, Aunt Arielle,” he said, slowly growing accustomed to the fact that these women were not his family, and he should start treating them as such. He then moved to take a seat as just as Clara had signalled for him to do, sitting cross-legged on the soft grass. The four family members were now huddled together in a small circle facing each other, with Steven sitting across from Arielle while sitting between the other two who were in turn facing each other. Though walking about and exploring the various part of the village had served to calm his arousal somewhat from earlier, it had not faded away completely, as on their walk towards this sacred place, Steven’s eyes had continuously wandered, admiring the naked and varied forms of the elven women they came across, not to mention Clara and Gwendolyn who accompanied him. Because of this and seated as he was, Steven’s erect manhood pointed up proudly towards the sky as he scooted he looked across from him at the three beautiful women who were now waiting to hear what he had to say.

“Well… I ah.. ahem,” he cleared his throat, still a bit unsure of himself. “I understand more about the way of the elves now. Your way of life is very different from that of the humans that I grew up with, but as Clara and Gwendolyn showed me around this place, I came to feel more and more than I belonged here,” he said sincerely. It may have been true that he didn’t have anywhere else to go, but Steven truly felt that a part of him felt at home in his secret place, shielded from human eyes. “And now I also know in order to belong here, I need to go through these two ceremonies,” he continued, taking a deep breath and looking down before finally making up his mind that he was going to go through with this. “I… I think I’m ready to go through the Coming of Age Ceremony now, and then the Rite of Adoption after that,” he finally said in a confident voice as he looked back up into Arielle’s eyes before glancing sideways at his half-sister and his cousin. “And since I don’t really know anyone else here, I was wondering…” he wavered a moment, struggling with the words he was about to utter next. “I was wondering if you would be my partner in the ceremony, Aunt Arielle.” Steven had decided to ask Arielle out of the three women because he felt the most comfortable with her. With Gwendolyn, he felt as if she still didn’t quite like him, given her rather stoic presence, and with Clara, he felt a bit too shy, as if she was a schoolmate that he had a crush on but was too afraid to speak to. With his aunt at least, he felt as if she would have the tender touch that would guide him in this journey of his. It was also fitting, perhaps, that she was one of the first elves that he had met here.

 

[Wingshadow]

When asked concerning the tattoos and jewelry and their significance, Clara replied in turn, "The jewelry is an expression of personal taste or focus. For example, Gwendolyn wears headpieces and bracelets because she places a greater emphasis on intellectual and artistic pursuits. Of course, not everyone follows that basic convention. We are free to employ whatever fashion sense we desire." She paused sightly when shifting the conversation's direction to the tattoos, however, "Well, those are runic symbols that appear on female elves' bodies when they conceive children. Neither Gwendolyn nor I have had any children yet, so naturally we do not have any." She smirked and nudged the young man gently, "Are you curious about them? They expand and become more elegant with each successive child conceived, so if you find one or more special elves who match well with you, you could potentially have a hand in creating quite a spectacular display."

When Steven spoke up for himself once all four of them gathered at Arielle's favorite meditation spot, the three women listened intently to his words. Ever since they had arrived, they had done most of the talking, but this first show of initiative to accept and embrace their traditions and ceremonies certainly encouraged them that he would find a place among them. Upon hearing his suggestion, Arielle gave him a polite nod, "I would be honored to act as your partner in the Coming of Age Ceremony. As mentioned before, we may find a private location in which to grow accustomed to each other's bodies, and when we are finished we simply present ourselves before the assembly. I will guide you through the entire process, so do not worry."

She then turned toward first Clara then Gwendolyn, "Have you put any thought as so whom you wish to accept at the Rite of Adoption? We do not have to perform both on the same day, and I do not know who else will step forward at the assembly, but I do know that the three of us will do so in the very least. Once they hear from the village leader that you have accepted our Coming of Age Ceremony, I believe the others will be quite eager to accept you as well. I'm sure you have noticed the looks from the women of the village." Arielle smiled, "You have certain... Qualities that we value quite highly among the elves."

"In any case, it would probably be best if you two give us some time to work this out at his own pace," she nodded to both the other women, who each nodded in turn.

"I look forward to seeing you at the next village assembly," Gwendolyn nodded to Steven as she rose to leave.

"Feel free to single me out at the Rite of Adoption if you want," Clara winked, "I certainly would not mind."

 

[GoldenGateSon]

Steven had learned quite a bit today, not just about the elven community’s practices and way of life, but of his own heritage as well. It was all still a bit strange and foreign to him, but part of him felt that everything was as it should be. Though the magic of the runic markings seemed wondrous to him, Steven quickly accepted this as yet another unique practice of the elves. Though he was no longer feeling overly shocked by the new things he learned, Clara’s incessant teasing had Steven continually blushing in response.

Still sitting, Steven looked up at Gwendolyn and Clara as they rose to their feet to leave. From his vantage point, he was in the perfect position to get an eyeful of both girls’ bushes as well as a peek of their lower lips as well as they stood. “Goodbye,” he first said to Gwendolyn with a smile, but Clara’s playful teasing made the young boy feel a bit nervous again. “Oh… O-Okay,” he said, blushing a little at his cousin, not quite sure how to respond to her rather blunt flirtation. He turned his head so they that he could watch the two walk back down the the arch-covered walkway back towards the center of the town, taking in an eyeful of both beautiful asses bouncing tantalizingly as they walked away. It wasn’t until they had disappeared out of sight that Steven realized that he was ogling, perhaps a bit too openly, and turned back around to face his aunt who was still sitting in front of him.

“Well…” he said, not quite sure how to proceed from here. “Is there anything special that needs to be done before the ceremony itself?” he finally asked. In his mind, Steven figured that something as important as the Coming of Age Ceremony would require some preparation, again, not unlike a wedding might need preparation with the humans. Then again, he had quickly come to learn that many of his assumptions that he brought with him back from life among humans no longer held true here with the elves. With how casually they perceived sex, perhaps this ceremony would not need much preparation at all. “I suppose that sooner is better than later anyway. Would tonight be too soon?” he asked.
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Aunt and nephew spend the next several minutes discussing the particular details of the ceremony, the things that preceded it as well as what the ceremony itself would be like and what came after, coming to a decision on both the time and place. After he learned all that he could, he rose to his feet, bidding his aunt farewell for the meantime as he left her to meditate again. The young boy spent the rest of the day walking about the village, taking in the sights again as well as shyly greeting the elves who lived there. Though most seemed somewhat distant, staring at him from afar as was expected given that he was more or less a complete stranger to their town, a few nonetheless, gave him polite smiles and nods as they passed. Eventually, he made his way back to their… his home and awaited for his aunt to return. By that time, the sun was already beginning its descent, and a warm orange glow filtered in through the molded windows in the trunk of the tree. It seemed that he was the first one back, though he should have expected as much. His other family members likely had duties that needed to be performed, and after becoming part of the village, he was sure he’d have some responsibilities as well, whatever they might be.

 

[Wingshadow]

The sun already began to dip below the horizon, its shape obscured by the tree branches and trunks such that its location could only be determined by the warm circular glow extending outward and painting its light upon the thin late afternoon clouds. As expected, the house remained vacant, most likely by design as Arielle had informed the other family members concerning the ceremony that would be conducted there. She stepped inside, the door opening for her as her feet lighted upon the steps leading upward, her body sliding gracefully with each stride. She approached her nephew and gestured toward the large circular clearing in the center of the family common house, directly below the stained-glass-like colored arch.

"Come," she beckoned to him, arms held out as she knelt down on the floor, legs slightly parted, "I will guide you along the path to adulthood, Steven." A reassuring smile graced her lips as she awaited his embrace, the embrace that she would not release him from until the ceremony had completed.

 

[GoldenGateSon]

Steven was staring aimlessly at the colored light that filtered through the stained glass arch when he heart the door to their home swing open, and there he gazed upon Arielle’s naked form as as she entered, her form feminine and alluring in every way. Even simply looking at her made Steven’s heart beat faster. Whereas merely a day ago, the thought of lying with a family member would have shocked him, now the young man found himself anticipating it with enthusiasm. He rose from his seat to greet her, bet before he could he watched as she knelt to the ground, parting her knees and giving him an open view of not only her full, natural push, but teasing his imagination with what hid just below it.

Steven smiled back at his aunt a bit nervously as he made his way over to Arielle before kneeling down in front of her. “Thank you again for… for being my first,” he said, another smile appearing on his face as if it would help to stave off his nervousness. Since this was about to be his first time with a woman, Steven was not quite sure how to begin or to even approach things, but he nevertheless did his best. This time, he was kneeling as his aunt was, legs slightly parted, and as he looked her in the eyes, he scooted in closer to her such that he could now reach out and wrap his arms around her, taking her into a hug which he felt was as good a start as any. As he did so, he immediately felt her large, supple breasts and her exposed nipples press into his chest and rub across his bare skin. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, as he had never even felt a woman in this way before.

He let his hands wander her naked back, from her shoulders down to just above her rear, still feeling a little apprehensive about pushing the envelope too quickly. While he guessed that boldness on his part would have been perfectly fine to his aunt, Steven was still fighting back the nervousness made evident by his pounding heart. Pulling back from the hug just far enough so that he could look Arielle in the eyes while he could keep his arms around her and his hands on her body, Steven blushed a little as he hesitated for a moment before leaning in to kiss his aunt on her lips. It was a soft but tender kiss, rather chaste to be honest, but it was what it took to slowly allow Steven to grow more comfortable with the situation. Pulling back, he once more looked Arielle in the eyes. “I hope that was ok…” he said bashfully. “I’ve… I’ve never kissed a woman before,” he admitted.

Despite his shyness, however, he grew bold enough after that first kiss to go in for a second, then a third, and then many more as he grew more confident each time their lips met. Soon, without even noticing it, Steven had found himself parting his lips and pushing his tongue forward to seek his aunt’s, almost as if by instinct. Meanwhile, his hands had continued to explore her mature body, wandering not only on her back now, buch also her waist, her hips, her thighs, and of course, her magnificent breasts which he tenderly held in his hands and kneaded. They were both soft and firm at the same time, and Steven enjoyed the weight of them in his hands. As he explored Arielle for the first time, the excitement of the experience was quickly beginning to affect the eager boy. His manhood had quickly swelled to full size, throbbing with desire as he scooted even closer to his aunt, so close that the tip of his bulbous cockhead was was gently prodding at her stomach, leaving a thin, glistening trail of precum on her abdomen as he continued to explore her.

 

[Wingshadow]

"Not at all... The honor is mine alone," Arielle gave him a gentle nod as Steven joined her in the center of the house, kneeling opposite her on the floor. When Steven embraced her, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her fingertips brushing up and down his back in a calming manner as she held him tightly against her own body. She could feel that gentle yet needy warmth, the heat of excitement and anticipation emanating from him, and from herself as well. She remained still for the time being, however, allowing him the freedom to explore her body and grow accustomed to her feel, even as she did the same to him. She slid her hands up and down, from his shoulders to his hips and across his back, even while he experimentally kissed her. She returned the gesture, matching his pace while at the same time ensuring that he did not feel neglected or ignored, forced to take the full drive of the interaction.

Before long, however, Steven found his own pace, his hands groping her lovely bosom. The deepened kisses served to spark her desire even further, her tongue brushing, teasing as she wordlessly coached him in the ways of kissing, prodding and searching him until he began to follow her lead. At the same time, she allowed her hands to grow more bold, one drifting from his back to his front, reaching down to ever so gently stroke his hardened manhood, testing his girth and stiffness. She brushed her first and middle fingers across either side, testing his responsiveness to her caresses before sliding a bit lower to cup his balls.

"Good..." she murmured softly between kisses, "Just like that, Steven... Its important to learn your partner. Every one of us has different preferences, different tastes. Cater to them, and your experiences will be that much more fulfilling." She reached down with her other hand and took hold of his hip, drawing his hips closer even as she lifted herself slightly, shifting him back as she brushed her dampened lower lips across the base of his shaft, spreading a thin layer of her feminine juices. Back and forth she rolled her hips, teasing him, testing him, until he would attempt to put it inside of his own accord.

 

[GoldenGateSon]

Steven’s heart was still racing as he continued to explore Arielle’s body and as he felt her explore his in return. Though his kisses and touches had started out on a rather timid note, as he let himself slowly get lost in their embrace, he began to open up and grow more confident. It helped that Arielle was so tender and so considerate of him, letting him control the flow of their heated embrace. The feeling of her tongue on his was exquisite, the soft wetness just a hint of more that was to come very soon. Though he should have expected her to touch him more intimately, Steven was nevertheless somewhat surprised when he felt his aunt’s soft, feminine hand took hold of his firm, throbbing manhood. As soon as she did so, Steven let out a low groan of pleasure into her mouth as he kissed her, and his cock pulsed and twitched at her touch as he reflexively rose up a bit before settling back down.

Though he had not expected to gain pleasure from it, Steven nevertheless moan out again as she continued her journey downward to his balls, and by now, the young man was so excited that more of his glistening precum began to ooze from the tip of his bulbous cock head, running down his shaft as well as. When Arielle broke the kiss to speak to him, Steven’s breath was already rather heavy and quickened. Whatever nervousness the young man had felt was slowly melting away as Arielle softly and calmly instructed him on the ways of lovemaking and of mating, of showing him how best to go about his explorations. “Yes, Aunt Arielle,” Steven responded between haggard breaths to his aunt’s encouraging words. He was already enjoying this initial intimacy, and the young man was excited to see what else the night held in store for him.

When he felt her pull at his hips, Steven let Arielle guide their bodies, and as he watched her rise up a bit, he thought she was about to mount him then and there, but instead, he felt her hot wetness press to the base of his thick shaft, eliciting yet another moan of pleasure from his lips. “Unghh… th-that feels good, Aunt Arielle,” he said, his brow furrowed not in pain but in pleasure as he looked up into his aunt’s eyes. His hands meanwhile went to her back, helping to support her as she glided up and down his massive length teasingly, leaving it slick with her feminine juices. His hands were not idle, however, and the slid up and down her back, now bold enough to even reach down to grab at her plump rear. Grabbing two handfuls of his aunt’s luscious ass cheeks, Steven began to play with them, kneading and spreading them repeatedly as his cock pulsed and throbbed with desire against her lower lips.

In this new position and given their height differences, Steven now found himself face to face with his aunt’s lovely breasts, and as if by some instinct, he leaned forward and enveloped one of her large, dark nipples in his mouth and began to suck as if he was a babe. Before long, Steven actually began to feel something wet in his mouth, and it wasn’t saliva. It was warm and was sweet. Though he was confused, his eyes widened a little as he pulled back and looked up into Arielle’s eyes. “Was that… was that milk?” he asked curiously as his hands continued to toy with his aunt’s bottom while his cock was teased by her labia. Just as her womanhood was leaking juices all over his manhood, so too did Steven’s precum begin to drizzle onto her stomach and even her bush, leaving it matted with their combined juices. As he asked her this question, Steven also began to move his own hips in time with Arielle’s. Before long, aunt and nephew were joined in rhythmic grinding as they pressed their hot sexes together, gliding from the base of Steven’s shaft all the way to his bulbous tip and pressing against the entire length of Arielle’s womanhood, from her tight opening and her sensitive clit.