Two days later I slipped from the walls under the cover of darkness. In the past two days I'd fertilized thirty nine more eggs. My cock was sore and swollen, I was still filthy despite repeatedly bathing. Likely due to the fact that every time the water was drawn, a pack of lusty bat eared bitches crawled into the room... I just needed a break. A day.... Maybe just a bath in peace...
I made my way to a lift we were refurbishing, once completed it would carry cargo to and from the canopy below. I stepped from the ledge and trusted my boots to catch me below. Air rushed past me as I fell, ten seconds stretched longer as my stomach fluttered. My boots arrested my fall and dropped me gently to the earth below, no matter how many times I do that, I'll never get used to it... I took a few moments to reorient myself, and empty my stomach.
The ground was soft with moss and a thick fog hung in the air. A haunting melody drifted through the air and told me that others might be about. Without a better idea I decided to meet them. Twice I grew turned around and found places I'd marked my trail, the melody becoming distant when I did. I listened closely to the sounds around me, the melody, small game moving about, and distant rushing water... Taking care I followed the sounds of the river.
The mossy forest opened soon to the banks of a wide clear river. I stripped my boots as I approached the clean water, squishing the pebbly silt between my toes. Stripping fully I removed my codpiece and piled my garments onto a smooth river boulder nearby, the codpiece wrapped to disguise its value. Crows could be assholes, full stop.
I stepped into the water and began to bathe. It was warmer than I expected and washed the grime and the unclean feeling from my body easily. The heat and soreness from my swollen cock lessened as well, thank Mother. I scrubbed every inch of my body I could reach, excluding my abused member, with a coarse stone. The rough sandstone tore away layers of skin and filth alike, leaving my skin feeling clean and sensitive.
I scrubbed and cleaned my shaft and my balls the longest. Carefully I used the pads of my fingers and the clean water to delicately wash myself. I started along the shaft and slowly worked to the tip. I hardened as my fingers worked, making the job much easier if a bit more painful. I picked away at scabs from the few times my skin have been broken. A blister appeared to be forming and the bottom of the shaft... Satisfied I was clean I made my way back to my clothes, and out of the warm water.
I'd picked out a boulder on which to take a nap before I noticed the folded pile of clothes next to my filthy rags. Picking them up my codpiece fell into my hands, I sheathed my member and pulled the pants on, electing to wear only my weapon belt and boots otherwise. The clothes fit surprisingly well, likely meaning they were conjured. The likelihood someone had clothes lying about for a seven foot tall person, no matter their build, was unlikely. Much less in a forest.
I looked about for my benefactors, seeing no one I called "Thank you!" I heard the melody again, more cheerful than before. Feeling refreshed and clean, I decided to continue following it. After all, the inhabitants seemed friendly thus far...
As I followed the music through the winding trails of the gloomy forest my cock began to throb again. The emptiness of its sheath dulled me to any sensation except the swelling, I remembered how nice the cool air had felt earlier... I stopped to free myself, sighing as the cool night air blew across my engorged phallus. After a moment I tucked him into the pants and continued, eager to meet my first native to this land.
A few minutes later the sound of the melody gave way to voices. Both high in pitch and musical, the one apparently male and the other was not. "Not every human is a cannibal!" Her exasperation was feigned, she came into view ahead through the foliage. She spoke an odd dialect of Sylvan, the language of the wild elves and fae...
A loving chuckle answered her as I took her in. A pale slender elven woman, large green eyes and delicate but fierce features. She wore a tailored blue blouse, tight over full breasts and black leggings. "Well, excu-use me, Princess!" The male voice mocked and she smiled, flashing him dimples. His accent placed him with a very different background to her...
Her golden mane was braided tight against the sides of her head, then fell loose across her back. Strangely she wore both a cestus belt and cestus gauntlets. The belt a broad thin and ornately filigreed affair wrapping her waist and the fingerless leather fighting gloves appeared plain in their simple elegant design. The belt and gloves of a practical dilettante, simple finery and functional beauty... she brushed a loose strand of her golden hair back and pushed it along the length of her sharp thin ears as she responded, "this human comes alone and seems injured. Really, my hero, if you'd have seen the poor thing..." he practically glowed at the word hero...
A wild elf princess and her bodyguard? "I see the poor thing" his smarmy voice quipped as an arrow struck the tree I was taking cover behind. "Come talk biggun!" Three more in quick succession struck a tree to the side, a twang and the air warbled with sound as a crescent of primal force mowed the underbrush to expose me entirely.
I scrambled and squeezed behind the tree at the impressive display. "Okay! But can you please stop destroying the forest!" I laughed to my self at the irony.
The princess's voice called out, "Human! My idiot husband is putting his toys away." Her voice shook with fury. "Now!" That word in particular felt directed elsewhere. "Please join us when you feel secure." Her voice calmed as she spoke.
I could see both clearly as well now. Although much younger, the man's features matched her's nearly perfectly, though her jaw was more firm, his lips more full, her thighs and ass curved, his chest and arms chiseled and muscled to carry the large metal shield and broadsword he held aloft now.
She berated him quietly as I approached "what is wrong with you? This is our honeymoon! Do you need to show off?!" He winced from her words and shielded himself as the princess beat him with a fan to punctuate her points. He laughed as he fought her off.