War of the Races Ch. 34

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.

Chapter 34- Maidens of the Moon

It was still early in the day, so Sinaan sent orders for the captives to be turned over into our care as the svartalf camp began to prepare for departure. Forelain reclined in her chair while Sinaan, Ra'Shaal, and Fjallindae took turns tending to her needs, or tending to some other preparations beneath the cover of the pavilion tent. As the Faline armsmen disassembled their tents and prepared their gear for departure, they were called by platoons to the pavilion and never returned.

While Matron Forelain's army was sent back to wherever they came from, I led my party over to the captives. Still unable to use her magic, Glenna directed Hlina and Orsa as they examined and healed the captives. There were seven adult female she-wolves including Chenoa, and there were thirteen children ranging in age from infants to seven years of age in alfari-years. They were infants to fourteen years of age in animal years. Nine of the children were females. The other four were male. It was a very small ratio of males to females. Especially once the adult females were included. It would be nearly impossible for this pack to reestablish itself.

The dokkalfar captives were in much worse condition. Once Glenna returned after having taken a census, she informed me of her findings.

"There are nearly three hundred dokkalfar."

I gave a sharp grunt at the number but remained quiet, so Glenna went on, "The vast majority are all female. Only fifty are adults, which means, only fifty of them are above the age of hundred and seventy. The rest are too young to marry, or should have been..."

She paused then to mumble something disgruntled under her breath about indecent men, and yet she completely overlooked the fact that I am eighteen and vastly underage considering I had her, my half-sisters, my grandmother, and all of my other half-siblings by my grandmother as wives, not including my animal concubines.

"I'm not overly worried whether the underage females were married, or not. I can't help what has happened to them in the past, I can only take care of them now that they are my responsibility," I said, which got a sharp look from Glenna. In return, I raised an eyebrow and she submitted with a, "Yes, my husband," letting me know she understood my apathy towards that particular indiscretion.

She was silent for a second and then she continued, "there are quite a large number of them carrying infants, though, or with young children. Their young age didn't apparently keep their men from breeding them."

"How many of the children are male," I asked.

Glenna's eyes fell then to her inspect her breasts, or maybe it was her hands that were holding her breasts, " The only males among the dokkalfar refugees are infants. There are forty-two males, and they are all half-breeds."

"Half-bred with whom," I asked.

"Male Exiles," Glenna answered as she shook her head, "I think you call them humans. We call them the Exiles, but they call themselves the Aesir and the Vanir."

I knew this, of course, I had learned all about the races during my tutelage under Glenna, Frieda, and Hailyn. The Aesir and the Vanir were both considered high-humans, or humans that still lived for centuries versus humans on Midgard that barely lasted eight decades—and might see a century of especially mighty. Another distinction between them was the fact that the Aesir were mostly coastal city dwellers applying their minds and magics towards teknology and creature comforts while the Vanir were rural folk living in small villages and living more agrarian lifestyles.

"It is the same with all of the females thirty years of age and younger," Glenna continued, "It seems that thirty years ago all of their men died in a hunting catastrophe leaving the womenfolk stranded without hunters with winter only months away. Not long afterward the Exiles appeared and offered to help feed the village, but with conditions."

"To marry the women," I said, seeing where the story was headed.

"Exactly," Glenna replied with an accompanying nod, "The wise women, the oldest grandmothers, set limits. The men could only marry women that were widows or of marriageable age. The men complied, each man taking several wives."

"Let me guess," I said in an unsurprised tone, "All of the most beautiful virgins and widows were selected first, then the rest of the virgins, and then the rest of the widows."

Glenna nodded, "Alfari women are all blessed with beauty, but yes there were preferences. There apparently was a steady stream of men that moved to the village, and each one took for himself several wives. At that time there were more than two thousand widows and marriageable virgins. However, apparently, men kept moving in even after there were no more women of age to marry. The men protested and demanded that they be allowed to take the younger women below the age of one hundred and seventy as wives."

"The old matrons were not cowed though we're they," I asked.

Glenna shook her head.

"At some point, some of the old matrons were found dead in their homes," Glenna said her tone grim, "None too subtle warnings were then given to the remaining and newly recognized matrons that if the men were not allowed to marry the young women they would no longer protect them, and what happened to the dead matrons could happen to those that still lived."

"So they caved," I said.

Glenna nodded again.

"I see," I said in a grim mumble as I looked over at the haggard nottalfar refugees. I nodded my head, then shook it. Only three hundred remain out of two thousand. The oldest of the underaged was one hundred and thirty while the youngest was thirteen, and all of them with infants in their arms—if not two or three children in tow.

"Let's get them tended to," I said as I scanned the forest.

"We will never get back to the road in time to catch that other army," Glenna said.

"Yes, we will," I reassured her as I turned to her and slid a hand around her waist, "We will need you able to use your magic as well."

Glenna's black, star-filled orbs seemed to twinkle at that, and she gave a wry smile as she purred, "I look forward to it."

I kissed her then, and let her go so she could perform other duties.

"Coella!" I yelled.

She trotted up, having come from the refugees.

"Yes my lord?" Coella inquired in a voice laced with warmth. So unlike just the day before when she had caught me and Huxian in the forest.

"I need you to run ahead and warn Moonlight Burrow of what's coming. Tell them what happened in Earthmother's Den. Tell them that the Druid Lord of Vale needs their assistance. Warriors mostly, to shepherd these refugees to Valeheim. Also, tell them that if there are any that wish to leave and relocate to the Vale, we would welcome them," I said as I reached out and cupped Coella's chin.

"Yes, my lord," She replied even more warmly as she leaned into my caress.

"Be safe," I added, "I need you now."

"Yes, my love," She whispered.

Her one pink eye held all the passion of a long-time lover in it. Our beginning had been rocky indeed, but just as I had thought, she was passionate. Once she put her heart into it, she was wholehearted. There were no half-measures. That warmth chilled though, as soon as Huxian approached, her one bright pink eye narrowing when Huxian smiled at her. There was still a long road to walk before their relationship was little more than hostile.

Coella turned and moved away in an opposite direction from Huxian's approach. I sighed resignedly and Huxian gave me a concerned look.

"She has remembered that she hates me, hasn't she," Huxian asked.

"It seems so," I replied.

"Mmm," She hummed as she shook her head and then watched Coella.

"I had hoped..." She started to say, but then stopped and shook her head and turned to me, "What can I do to help?"

"Just be your wonderful self," I replied.

She responded by giving me a condescending smirk, so I amended my statement, "As the Messenger of Seline go and assist the Oracle in whatever she needs."

Huxian flashed a grin and gave a nod then headed off after Glenna. As usual, I couldn't help but watch her walk away. Her tail, her hips, and her ass were mesmerizing.

Orsa and Tampa were next, both women towering over me like giants. They were thick and shapely and beautiful. Orsa with brown fur, hair, and eyes. Tampa with golden fur everywhere but her breasts. Those were pale white skin with deep green and blue veins spider-webbing them. Then there was her golden hair and her big brown eyes.

Both of them are mine now, and I have an overwhelming sense of love and attachment for them. It was unexplainable and also undeniable. When I prod the feeling it feels ephemeral and hard to grasp, and yet it was there. As I scanned the area and saw each of my wives and concubines I felt it well up, but when I tried to search my feelings and examine why I caught nothing but air.

"What would you have us do," Orsa asked as she took charge as they approached.

Ever since our marriage night, those two had become inseparable. I wasn't sure what that meant for me, but after the undercurrents of hostility between Huxian and Coella, I welcomed any companionableness.

"Orsa. Tampa," I said with a smile. They returned my smile with grins, and so I continued, "I need you two to run back to Earthmother's Den. Tell them what has happened. I will leave their preparations to them. However, we need aid. Ask if there are any volunteers among them that would be willing to aid in our moving and protecting these refugees. If any are willing to relocate to the Vale, they would be welcome, but if not, then I would release them to return home as soon as we have these refugees within the barrier of Sequoia's Grove."

"We will see it done," Orsa replied, her voice filled with determination.

"Also," I added, "Catch up to us. Return to me, my loves, I need you!"

"We will return with all haste," Tampa assured me.

Then I hugged them both, low around their waists just above their hips. Orsa was seven feet tall, two feet taller than me. Tampa was three feet taller. My head was buried in Orsa's breasts while Tampa's hung down far enough to rest on my shoulders. I took a deep inhale and smelled them both. Orsa smelled earthy while Tampa smelled like fresh-cut grass and tulips. Then they were off trotting fast back the way we had come.

——(!)——

Glenna returned to me with Hlina in tow, their faces were pensive.

They walked up very close and Glenna whispered, "We are both out of power now. We need life-force if we are going to be able to proceed."

I nodded and took both of their hands as I asked, "Do you want to do this together, or separately."

"Time is of the essence," Hlina replied.

I nodded again, "Together then."

They nodded.

Turning to Bartlett and Maha, I said, "Please, make sure we are not disturbed."

Bartlett understood and nodded, then we moved off into the trees away from the svartalf camp.

We walked for maybe a hundred yards and found an ancient tree that reached high into the heavens. It had large roots that spiral out like blades cutting the earth, each one a wall as tall as a full-grown man. We found two roots that would serve us well and put the tree between us and the camp. The forest floor was thickly covered with leaves and pine needles that would serve well as bedding.

"Save some for me—later," Quebracho purred from behind my shoulder.

I just smiled—inwardly—and outwards. Turning to Hlina and Glenna I asked, "So, how would you like to proceed?"

Glenna stepped out in front of both Hlina and me and explained, "Viridian, take Hlina's hand, then both of you take one of mine."

Once we were all holding hands Glenna proceeded, "Viridian, as the Oracle of Seline I bear witness, Seline bears witness, and Gaia bears witness, that you henceforth take Hlina Alvasdottr as your wife. Now, repeat after me..."

Turning to look at Hlina, I repeated, "I, Viridian Vale, do hereby take Hlina Alvasdottr as my wife. To have and to hold. To cherish and to succor for the rest of my life."

Turning to Hlina, Glenna had her repeat the same vows and then the ceremony was complete.

"Now, Viridian," Glenna instructed, retaining control of our consummation. Her secondary hands proffered her breasts and squeezed until milk began to course down the undercurves to her hands, "Drink so that you will have the stamina to satisfy us both."

I followed her instructions exactly, stepping up to her and taking her breasts into my hands. They were so large and seemed so much more compared to Hlina's, and they were so soft and squeezable and yet so firm and shapely. They truly were supernatural. I spent much time suckling Glenna's breasts. I drank my fill and felt Seline's Manna restore my energies and fill me to overflowing. By the time I reluctantly withdrew my root had grown into an ancient tree.

"Lay down," Glenna instructed.

Not seeing a reason why I shouldn't, I did so. I made myself comfortable as Glenna whispered into Hlina's ear. Hlina nodded, and then she moved forward and, very stalwartly, knelt in the straw and leaves and straddled my thighs. Quebracho withdrew the Barkskin clothing covering my body. Hlina stared into my eyes as she took possession of my organ and laid it on my belly before moving up and sitting down, sandwiching my phallus between me and the lips of her sex as she started rubbing her lubricants on me in a slow rock of her hips.

"I..." Hlina whispered, her eyes telegraphing her fear as she fought deeply rooted prejudices and guilt warring in her mind over making love to a man she knew was her own son reborn in a different, unrelated body, "I'm sorry son. I—I'm a horrible mother!"

"Why?" I asked in a softly neutral whisper.

"This is wrong!" She whispered fiercely as tears lined her long black lashes and cascaded over onto her cheeks, "Now that I'm here and we are doing it, I feel this stabbing guilt!"

"Why?" I asked again. Again softly, then added, "We aren't related now. Look at my skin and then look at yours. You are my mother from a previous life. Not here. If the love you have for me is the same as mine for you, then there is no reason for us to not be together!"

"I—I know," Hlina said as she leaned forward and caressed my cheek. She kissed me deeply as her tears fell on my skin, then she pulled back and slid her hips forward until she slid off of my dick. She leaned toward me and my root bobbed up and caught on her perineum. Immediately she rocked backward and I slid inside her. As she sat up fully and slid completely down my shaft, she grinned sadly and confessed, "I feel guilty because—I know that part of me wanted this before we died—when you really were my beloved son."

I stared up at her for several seconds as the world seemed to fall away and it was only her and me. Not as we are now. A dark brown-skinned dokkalfar and a chestnut-skinned villralfar. No, I was Daniel again and Hlina was my mom. My real mom. Helena Reas. Tall and voluptuous. Broad hipped. Thick thighed. Enormously fat breasts. Fair-skinned with red hair.

I thrust up inside my mother while also pulling her down so that her breasts were crushed against my chest as I kissed her so—so deeply. She fell into my body and our passion became a fire raging in our bellies. Then, suddenly it was Hlina and I just as we really were, and Hlina was withdrawing, sitting up on my hips, ensconcing my sword deep inside her sheath, and she looked up at Glenna who was smiling at the both of us as she watched. Hlina beckoned Glenna to join us and so she did.

Glenna knelt on the ground and straddled my chest. She faced away from me, toward Hlina. She let me move my arms so that they were free, though I was caught between her calves and her thighs. Still, I was able to bring my hands into play as she moved her buttocks back and sat fully on my face. I used one hand to support her one butt cheek and I stroked her tail with my other. Strangely the action of stroking her tail sent shivers through her body and caused her to moan very loudly.

Her plump butt cheeks sat firmly against my closed eyelids, her perineum rode on the bridge of my nose while the rest of it was pushed quite deeply into her vagina, and the rest of her soft smooth sex was very much in my mouth.

——(!)——

Glenna started rocking her pelvis, grinding her sex into Virdy's mouth as he sucked and licked and nibbled. The warmth building in her belly from his ministrations made her usually constant state of arousal build into a roaring bonfire. She knew she was lubricating heavily, and she also knew that her nectar would also feed Virdy's need to procreate. She was counting on that. What she hadn't anticipated was her tail being an erogenous zone. The whole thing! From base to tip! And every time Virdy stroked it pure erotic lightning streaked straight up her spine!

To top it all off she could feel him praying to Seline!

It was pure ecstasy fanning the flames of her orgasm building in her womb from a bonfire to a raging inferno!

Her first climax felt like it would lift her head right off of her body. She collapsed forward, her lips pressing soundly against Hlina's. Hlina moaned a little in protest, and then she melted into Glenna. Hlina's hands shot up to grab her breasts and squeeze them and cup them. This allowed Glenna to place one of her secondary hands-on Virdy's abdomen for support while her other secondary hand was high on Hlina's thigh where it met her hip. Then, she used her primary hands to cup and massage Hlina's much smaller, barely handful, breasts.

They were a grinding, undulating, mass that occasionally moaned and howled and wailed in climax.

——(!)——

My arousal built quickly. Glenna's milk and vaginal nectar made sure of that. Her whole body was an aphrodisiac, but then, so was I. Seline made sure of that. Particularly to priestesses. And, usually, my magic was dormant, only activating when breeding my animal concubines. However, I could feel it prowling around inside me like an agitated lion. It roared inside me from time to time and it reverberated through me like I was a struck bell tolling the hour. Something was wrong with it. I wasn't sure what until I got the sense that it had changed. My magic was swimming around in my belly like a fish and it was looking at Glenna and Hlina and seeing two new ponds it wanted to jump to.

It chose and moved up my throat and filled my head and numbed my lips as it jumped from me into Glenna, and my consciousness followed right behind. Glenna's body reversed in coloring. Her body was the vast nothingness of space. I could see stars, constellations, galaxies, and nebulae in every direction forever. It hung out there in front of me like a vast tapestry of galactic clusters, the intersections of threads and a vast nothingness in between. It was breathtaking...

I could perceive Glenna's form and figure. A celestial giantess that had broken off from kissing Hlina to look down at me in wonder. Her once midnight black hair that revealed the heavens was now as white as snow. Her eyes were two shining stars opened wide in surprise as she spoke in slow motion.

"Whaaaattttt haaaavvveeee yoooouuuu dooonnnneeee?" Then she threw her head back and wailed as her climax rampaged through her body!

Chasing after my magic, a green and blue and yellow fish of pure energy--pure power, the moon dominated my field of view. It loomed in front of me and I knew somehow that it was Glenna's Soul Well. The fish--my magic--hit the moon and exploded three lines of power shot out, one blue, one green, and one yellow. They grew and curved until they came back upon themselves creating three rings, and then they began to spin around the moon. Each one was on a different axis, and each one sent lightning bolts of energy hurling toward the moon's surface. Glenna screamed in ecstasy!