Aramil Liadon, elven ranger, hurried to his Tree Mother's abode quickly. She had summoned him and he did not want to lose any time if he was needed. A summon from the Tree Mother was very important indeed.
Dashing across the small village that marked out his home of forty years Aramil saw her treehouse. He was well used to his surroundings and yearned for more. He might have been forty years old but for an elf that was still very young and was the equivalent of being about twenty years old in human terms.
Still, Aramil knew that twenty year-old humans were often considered old enough to strike out on their own and he wished that his Tree Mother would decide he was worthy of leaving the forest. For you see, an elf was not permitted to leave his clan's grounds until he was allowed to do so by the Tree Mother. Even his or her own parents were not given the responsibility of making that decision - it was settled upon by the head of the clan called the Tree Mother.
This was also not the only problem on Aramil's mind. Ever since his two days spent in the company of the beautiful half-elf Narlissa he had found himself almost constantly horny. He would need to give himself release at least twice a day or else he would start to become so horny that he would make a fool of himself. He had only done that once and luckily no one bar the one woman he had propositioned had found out. He was lucky she had accepted his advances at the time.
Indeed, Aramil had found himself quite in demand all of a sudden. In the aftermath of his time with Narlissa he had grown so horny that he had been more forward with some of his close female friends than ever before but for some reason they were very willing to accept those demands. Elves were a very free-minded people when it came to sex and so he had already experienced the women in his close circle of friends once or twice before, but never with the regularity that he now found himself fucking them.
He hoped that Lohr was not about to chastise him for that. He could not think of a reason that she would but even so it played on his mind as he reached her treehouse. When he got there he knocked on the door.
A few seconds later the door opened and Lohr smiled up at him. She looked as gorgeous as ever and Aramil's cock twitched at the sight of her but he suppressed the horniness that tried to take hold. It would do him no good at all to start making a move on the Tree Mother. His close friends was one thing but the clan leader was another entirely.
Even so he could not take his eyes off her. Her jet black hair fell about her shoulders and her brown eyes mirrored her warm smile. She was wearing a simple green dress that had a slight amount of cleavage from her large breasts which were pushed up by the garment. Aramil knew she was almost seventy years old. That was the equivalent of thirty-five years old in human years since elves aged half as fast.
"Ah, Aramil," she smiled, then waved past herself. "Please come in."
He nodded and stepped into the room beyond. It was grown into the tree itself as all of the homes in this elven village were but it was still spacious. Elves were masters of bending trees into shapes that suited their wishes but that did not mean all elves did so - many elves lived in cities or away from forests.
Lohr came to stand beside him then and smiled. She motioned for him to take a seat. When he had done so she sat opposite him. Aramil resisted the urge to try and stare down her generous cleavage.
She seemed to collect her thoughts for a moment, then spoke. "Aramil, it has come to my attention that you are... enjoying the fruits of adulthood with many of the young women of this settlement."
Aramil went cold. "I am sorry, Tree Mother," he stuttered. "I will stop. I did not mean to cause any problems."
The beautiful elf laughed, waving her hand dismissively at him. "Do not be foolish, young man. You are doing nothing wrong. No, I have called you here today because your actions suggest to me that you may be ready to become a full adult. You are ready to take the Testing."
Aramil gasped. the Testing was the ceremony that all young elves in the village had to undergo to be considered adults and allowed to leave the village. Of course, he could leave the village at any time but if he did so before undergoing the Testing then he would be an outcast. Narlissa had convinced him to stay and earn the right to leave rather than simply run away.
"I am honoured, Tree Mother," he said at last.
The elf stood then and paced around the room. She smiled at him. "Do you know what you must do?"
Aramil shook his head.
"You must pass four tests, or challenges if you prefer, to be considered an adult. They are not known in advance. You must approach the people whom I tell you and they will instruct you as to what you must do. The challenges may not be easy. Are you ready for this, Aramil?"
He nodded again. "Yes I am."
"Good," she grinned. "Then you may start immediately. Your first test will be administered by Treyvon. Good luck, Aramil."
Aramil thanked the Tree Mother and hurried from the house. Treyvon was the local bowsmith, a man of immense skill. Aramil wondered what it was that he had to do. He practically ran across the village to the man's house.
Treyvon grinned as he saw Aramil arrive and spread his arms wide. "Ah, our newest challenger arrives. Tell me, Aramil, do you know what it is you must do?"
Aramil shook his head. "No, master Treyvon, I do not. The Tree Mother said I would find out when I arrived."
"Excellent. You are to find for me a length of wood ideal for bowmaking, Aramil. It must be suitable for a perfect bow, strong yet supple. That is your task."
"You are undertaking the Testing, Aramil? You did not inform me of this," said a sweet voice and Aramil turned to the source.
His cock twitched as he saw Treyvon's daughter, Polissa, smiling at him. The young woman was around Aramil's age, if two or three years younger. She would have been nineteen or so by human standards. Her brown hair was back in a ponytail and her blue eyes practically shimmered. She was wearing a brown skirt and white shirt. Even in such simple clothes he could tell she was gorgeous with a slender body, long legs and lovely big tits. She was about 5'2" in height - average for an elven woman - and she was also one of his closest friends.
