It was a beautiful warm day with a cool gentle breeze when Princess Felicia went down to the glade with her friend Morgan. The two elf maidens wandered through the lush forest grove until they emerged in a beautiful sunlit clearing covered in soft grass and moss. Butterflies flitted about, and the tall trees around the glade cast shifting shadows on the rolling slopes of the ground below.
There were elves all about, most of them young elven aristocrats like them, having come of age and eager to begin exploring their newfound physical desires with each other. The glade was a popular escape for them from the formalities of court life and the demands of politics, academics and war. Here they could be elves in their most natural state; enjoying music, poetry, wine, dance, and sex.
The elves hung about in little clusters, lazily lying on the grass enjoying fruits and wine, chatting and gossiping. A few couples stole away into the trees to find a quiet place to make love or experiment with delightful new expressions of pleasure. Others had no such inhibitions and simply copulated in the glade in full sight of the other elves, providing a kind of background ambience of moans and grunts. Whoever wished to watch could do so, though such things were so commonplace that most were too involved in their own affairs to pay much attention unless something particularly interesting was happening.
Princess Felicia had only been to the glade a few times since her eighteenth birthday. She had only watched in fascination as the other elves enjoyed themselves without inhibition. Sex was still quite new to her, and limited experiences were only just being further explored with the guidance of her friend and mentor Morgan.
As Felicia and Morgan made their way into the glade, a few of the elves sitting and lying about turned to watch them and offer courteous greetings of friendship and acknowledgement. Felicia was the King's only daughter and heir after all, but she was also already a great beauty.
Felicia was tall, slender and willowy in form. Her skin was pale and fair and freckled. She had stunning blue eyes and a fountain of coppery red hair flowing down her back. Today she had worn her hair up in a high ponytail today, and it looked like a stream of flame trailing behind her. Her breasts were not large, but very round and firm with youth. Felicia had chosen to show them off today by wearing a dancer's style bustier of black with red floral patterns upon it. The bustier pushed Felicia's breasts into a most eye-catching cleavage as they swelled up and down with each breath she took. Matching the bustier Felicia had a high waisted layered frilly red mini skirt and lace topped stockings. Her silky bare thighs shown off between the skirt and the stockings were a creamy coloured contrast to the black and red of her outfit.
It was an unambiguously sexual outfit, and not typically what Felicia would wear. But Morgan was insistent that Felicia wear it if she was to come to the glade today.
Felicia felt dozens of eyes on her as the elves in the glade stared with undisguised lust and admiration. Her chosen outfit was having the effect she desired. Today she wanted to be the centre of attention, and Morgan's fashion advice was right on target.
Morgan herself, petite and curvy, with flashing green eyes and raven black hair and ruby lips, was usually the sexual provocateur in dress. But today she happily switched to a more subtle look. Morgan had turned in her typical skin tight leather outfits to don a sexy white dress, cinched around the waist with a ribboned sash. While Morgan still looked gorgeous, she was happily playing second fiddle to Felicia today.
The two elven girls found a soft patch of mossy ground and sat down, still making small talk with one another as they caught the eyes of the other elves in the glade.
"Are you sure this is going to work, Morgan?" asked Felicia. "I feel ridiculous in this outfit."
"You look stunning, princess," Morgan reassured her. "Believe me; every hot blooded elven man here is checking you out right now. We just have to wait and see who is going to make a move first."
They didn't have long to wait. Not a moment later two young elven men were making their way over, flashing warm smiles as they sat down beside Felicia and Morgan, joining them on the grass.
Morgan seemed to recognise them both.
"Ah, Lothar, Aravir, my lords," smiled Morgan. "This is our young Princess Felicia. She has come to explore the full pleasures the glade has to offer."
"Wonderful," said Lothar, as he sat down beside Felicia, drinking in her body with his warm brown eyes. The young elf man was bare chested, and wearing nothing more than silken trousers and brown hair that fell past his shoulders. "She is as glorious as you have said, Morgan."
Felicia could not help herself and stared wide eyed at Lothar's hunky body. His muscles were so perfectly sculpted; Felicia felt herself imagining running her fingers all over him.
Aravir, who was handsome with flowing blonde hair and grey eyes, had a more fierce look upon his face, and took his seat beside Morgan. He was more sexually aggressive too, and immediately had a hand upon Morgan's bare legs, stroking steadily along her tanned thigh.
After the initial introductions, the foursome of elves spent a time making polite small talk. They watched dancers perform in the grove, and a talented elf maiden sing. From the outskirts of the trees, some human slaves several of the elves had brought along periodically brought food and wine when summoned.
This had offended Lothar, and now the talk had turned to elven politics, and the unequal relationship between elves and the humans.
"My apologies, princess," said Aravir. "My friend Lothar here is something of a radical. He disputes the inherent superiority of us elves. If these were the early days of Elvendom, he would have been beheaded as a traitor."
"I do not dispute elven superiority," said Lothar. "It is precisely because we elves are a superior people of pure and noble blood and culture that we must take a different policy regarding the humans under our care."
"What do you mean by that, Lothar?" asked Felicia, curious.
"I am happy you have asked, my princess," said Lothar. "The elven kingdoms are powerful indeed, and we have many humans living under our dominion. Not all, but a great many of them are entirely enslaved as our servants and labourers. The rest live in wretched poverty, and suffer from crime, drunkenness and violent behaviour. As elves it should be our responsibility to govern these humans with more wisdom and compassion, to teach them to live with dignity. In essence, to civilize them."
"So you still wish to rule the humans, Lothar?" asked Morgan. "Only you seek to elevate their place among us?"
Lothar nodded.
"Indeed, my lady Morgan," said Lothar. "Alas there is little support for my ideas among the elven nobility. Perhaps I could persuade you and our lovely princess here of its merits."
"You can't civilize humans," scoffed Aravir. "They are not like us. They live in the dirt and they belong in the dirt. They are weak. They are meant to be slaves. Why try to make them like us?"
"They were not always so," said Lothar. "They are like children and we are as their parents and guardians. We must care for them. The slavery of humans is an abomination."
"You have no human slaves, Lothar?" asked Felicia.
"I will keep no humans as slaves," said Lothar. "Slavery itself is a crime which Elvendom is yet to fully appreciate the severity of."
"They are good for little else," laughed Aravir. "We are the masters. We take what we wish. The humans must serve, or else be crushed."
