Waiting for the Tribes

This is the beginning of a new storyline. It is set in a classical fantasy world, but has strong themes of incest, domination and a few other interesting strands to enjoy.

The story is of course - even more so than usually - a fantasy and should be read as such. If you are looking for kitchen sink realism in the tone and substance of your erotica, this story is obviously not the place to look. But hey, you might like to suspend disbelief and enjoy it anyway.

All characters are over 18 years old and all acts of sexual interaction described or imagined - past, present or future - involve only persons of legal age.

Thank you so much for encouraging comments and ratings. As always, please feel free to comment, rate and give feedback.

/Ravengrave

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Flash.

Flash, flash.

"There!"

The small speck of light on the horizon was far away across the dark plains, but in the moonless night, it could not be mistaken.

Flash.

Flash, flash.

Princess Caiya's entire body froze in fear and anticipation, even though she had been sitting in this cold, ancient stone tower in the middle of the night waiting for something like this to happen.

Instinctively, the teenage elf girl slid down from the ruined parapet and tried to hide her tall frame behind the low, uneven stonework. Until she realized there was no possible way whoever was signaling could see her from miles away in the night.

She stood up again, smiling sheepishly to herself. "Stay cool!" the princess reminded herself.

Her smile faded as she started thinking about what the flashing light might mean. It almost certainly meant that her father, the King of Tennaia Forest, had been wrong. "He's always wrong!!" the teenager thougt, feeling the familiar anger towards her father rise. Sword master Genel had tried to warn the Council that there were signs of the Orc clans moving towards the elven lands again. But the King hadn't listened to Genel, just as he never listened to those who spoke uncomfortable truths.

But Cayia believed the Sword master. And not only because he was handsome and made her all tingly when he smiled at her. He was tall too! Not as tall as her, obviously, but tall enough that she didn't have to look down at him, as she had to with most men and women of her clan.

Anyway, having eavesdropped on her father's Council, Caiya had decided to make it her mission to find out if the danger that Genel spoke of was true. Were the orcs getting ready to attack again, after almost twenty years of peace? Was Tennaia Forest on the brink of another disaster, having painstakingly rebuilt the elven lands after the horrors of pillage and rape that the Orc Wars had been?

Caiya knew very well that it really was not her place to do anything but join her sisters in gossiping and finding a good husband. But she didn't care. The King's youngest daughter had always been a little different. The most obvious thing, of course, was her body. She had quickly outgrown her older sisters and most other elves, reaching six feet at her eighteenth birthday this summer. But it wasn't just her height. Unlike her mother's and sisters' thin, slender frames and delicate, elfin features, Caiya's body was a wonder of curves and muscles. Her strong arms, wide hips and prominent behind were impossible to hide in the light, flowing dresses the elven women of Tennaia wore, and the same was true of her breasts, very large for a girl only a few years into womanhood.

In the distant human cities of Wokn or Zedar-zet by the Great Ocean, the roundness of Caiya's features on her tall frame would have been the desire of men and the envy of women. But in the insular elven community of Tennaia Forest, teenage Caiya had come to see her growing, voluptuous body as ugly and freakish. And of course, there was also her secret, that only she and her mother knew about. But her facial features were just as agelessly beautiful as those of her mother and sisters. And Caiya just loved her skin and hair. They were darker and more full than that of most other elven girls, and she knew that even her stunning oldest sister Diara envied Caiya's rich tresses.

Even more unusual than her body, however, was her spirit. Caiya had never really been happy living the comfortable, peaceful life that the elves of Tennaia had successfully built in the last decades. The horrors of the orc invasion had forever turned the elves away from conflict and strife, to the point were even friendly competition and martial exercise was seen as strange and unnecessary. A small warrior caste, a force of armed men was led by Sword master Genel, but these days they were more often than not searching for missing animals or children. The elves were a kind and helpful, but insular people. There was some trade with the human cities to the far south, but Tennaia itself provided most of what was needed, and the elves rarely saw a need for contact with the world outside their forest. Relationships among the elves were formed and maintained, marriages were built on love, but also the consent of parents and the village elders. Children were brought up in peace and harmony, for the most part, encouraged to engage in arts, music and crafts.

This pleasant, slow-moving and quiet life-style had always been difficult for Caiya to fit in to. Even as a small girl, she had been more active, more loud, more adventurous and more difficult to keep up with than the nice little elf girls. Queen Sintra, her mother, had had to work hard to keep Caiya from getting away or getting lost or getting into trouble. When she was a little older Caiya had even gotten into some fights (fights!!!) with other girls. And with boys (boys!!!). And last year she had asked to join in the training of the Sword master's men. This was of course a big source of embarrassment to her father, the King, who had from a very early age, tried to avoid having anything to do with his big, boisterous youngest daughter. In the end, Cayia was allowed to do some light weapons training, as long as it was done in the Sword master's yard where no one would see.

As she grew up, Caiya soon started to resent her father for the way he treated her, but also for the way he treated her well-behaved sisters, which were all precious and a source of joy to him. By contrast, her mother, had always stood up for all of her daughters, and defended Caiya before her father, making sure that he - and Caiya - knew that she had the right to be different.

And her mother kept her secret.

Flash.

Flash, flash.

There it was again! A third time! There could be no doubt now that someone from the orc lands were sending light signals. But what did it mean? Although she had eavesdropped on more than one of her father's Councils, Caiya knew nothing of warfare or military communication. Were the Orc clans perhaps trying to contact each other to gather their forces?

Even though she wasn't at all sure what it meant, Caiya was certain that it was important. She needed to tell someone that the Orcs were doing something and that it probably wasn't good news for her people. Even though she had often felt out of place in Tennaia society, Caiya loved the forest and her family and her kin. Maybe she would even be the one who saved them from another disaster?

But who would she tell? As she started to descend the ruined tower to go back to the village, Caiya pondered who would believe her potentially life-saving message? Not her father, that was certain! The King of Tennaia Forest would never believe such bad news. And certainly not from his strange, troublemaker daughter. He would probably think she had made it all up to get his attention. Or maybe to embarrass him again.

So not her father. And yet it had to be someone with power. Someone who it would matter that she told. Caiya could think of only two possible candidates: Sword master Genel or her queen mother. The Sword master would probably believe her. She knew he liked her spirit, and maybe other things about her too. And her message would fit in well with what he already feared. But would he be able to convince her father to act? She was not at all certain of that.

The other option would be to talk to her mother. Queen Sintra was by far the bravest and wisest woman Caiya knew, a trusted advisor of her father's and in many respects the true ruler of the Tennaia. And yet, whenever the Sword master had brought up the potential threat of the orcs, Sintra had been strangely dismissive, more or less encouraging her cowardly husband's excuses not to act. Caiya had even heard her mother making light of the threat to her husband out of Council, calming his nerves when he had on rare occasions considered the warnings of his Sword master.

Still uncertain what to do with her information, Caiya had almost reached the ground when...

Flash.

Flash, flash.

And then from the top one of the other towers, across the very courtyard from where she was standing:

Flash, flash.

Flash, flash, flash.

By the Goddess!! Someone was signaling back! Someone from Tennaia was signaling back to the orc lands!

Caiya felt herself at once consumed by fear and anger. There was someone in that tower, betraying her people to the orcs! And through the luck of the Goddess, she, Princess Caiya, was here to stop them!

The adrenaline rushed through her body as she prepared to ascend the tower where the traitor was. She knew needed some kind of weapon for this encounter and she looked around in the decrepit, old courtyard for something to use. She quickly found a heavy branch from one of the small trees growing out of the cracked stones of the courtyard.

She felt her muscles flexing as she lifted the branch. It was almost as tall as she and Caiya doubted her sisters would even have been able to lift it. For that matter, she doubted that her father would have been able to lift it.

Caiya couldn't deny that it felt good to hold a weapon in her hands. She had always thought her body might have been made for an elven warrior in some distant fairy tale, rather than the youngest princess of the Tennaia. She was almost shaking with excitement at the thought of meeting this traitor to her people and showing them what she would do to someone who would betray them to the beasts that had raped and plundered her people long ago.

As she started to eagerly climb the narrow stairs up the traitor's tower, her body filled with the adrenaline of an approaching fight, Caiya also felt a sensation that was unfamiliar to her.

Her secret was growing.

In the last year, it had started to happen when she had seen something she really liked, like a gorgeous boy or girl. And sometimes in the night when she thought about those pretty boys and girls. And a few more times, like now, when her body was rushed with adrenaline and had gotten ready to fight or exert itself in some way.

As she closed in on the evil traitor that she had to stop, Caiya felt her secret fatten and lengthen until it threatened to burst up out of the confinement her mother had made for her. Using silk strings, her secret was tied upwards, onto her stomach, in a beautiful meshlike structure her mother had crafted in the front of her breeches. This usually worked well to keep her secret... well, secret, and not hanging down to reveal itself. But the strong, yet delicate string harness was not made to withstand this much pressure and growth.

But Caiya didn't care. She could feel her confidence and excitement grow along with the growth of her secret, as it filled and threatened to push out of its silk confinement.

Despite being slightly unwieldy, her growing secret made Caiya feel really good. It was like she carried a hidden, secret weapon that helped strengthen her spirit and overcome her adversary. It made her feel powerful and ready for anything in the confrontation to come.

As she saw the stairway come to a close, she slowed into a sneak and crouched to keep her tall frame out of sight of the traitor. She knew that the stairway ended in one side of the chamber at top of the tower. The roof and parts of the walls of the ancient chamber had crumbled away with age and Caiya could already feel the cold breeze from the exposed tower top.

Slowly, Princess Caiya of the Tennaia Forest raised her head to peek out onto the floor of the chamber. Her elven eyes did not need to struggle with the deep darkness of the night as she scanned for her adversary.

There!

At the opposite end of the crumbled tower chamber, by what was left of the far wall, was a hulking, dark figure, cloaked and hooded against the chill of the night and perhaps against peering eyes. Just as Caiya's head came out of the stairwell, the darkness was once against ripped apart by signals.

Flash

Flash, flash.

... came the signal from the orc lands. And...

Flash, flash.

Flash, flash, flash.

... came the reply from the figure by the wall, as they moved the dark cover off of their lamplight to send the signal.

Princess Caiya felt anger rising again, rage even. She was a witness to the most dark and heinous treason one could possibly imagine! What a lowly creature they must be! To sell out the men, women and children of the Tennaia to the barbaric beasts across the plains!

Caiya felt red flash before her eyes as her fury pushed all cognizant thought away. As she took the last few steps onto the floor of the chamber, her mind turned into nothing but a howl of hatred and thirst for revenge. She felt a roar in her ears, as if a mighty wind of the west was getting ready to rage through her, casting her enemies aside. The thick muscles of her arms and legs bulged with the rush of impending violence. And between her legs, the princess' big, fat secret finally ripped her clothing. It jutted obscenely out of her breeches, first almost straight up, and then at a forward angle, as its hardness and weight was too much for the soft, elven clothing.

The princess felt such immense power and such utter confidence in her abilities as she rushed towards her foul enemy, with a hard weapon in her hand and an equally hard weapon between her legs.

Her first, berserk-like thought had been to just smash her enemy's skull in, but through the red mist of her mind pushed the realization that the most important thing of all was that the enemy did not escape. In the last instant, she changed the direction of the blow to let it smash violently against the broken wall by her enemy's side, instead of hitting them directly. Her strike was so forceful that the large tree branch splintered and broke against the stone wall beside her foe. The shock of the sudden attack made the enemy freeze for a second, which made them an easy mark for the attacking princess. Caiya slammed into them from behind, knocking the wind out of them and pushing them up against the broken wall. The force made them drop their lamplight down onto the courtyard far below.

As she charged into her enemy, Caiya could no longer hold back the battle cry she had repressed to not reveal herself. She opened her mouth, but in her blind rage she could not find the elvish words, anymore.

What came out was nothing but a wordless roar, animalistic and deeply frightening, surprisingly deep from a teenage elven girl's vocal cords. As she screamed out her aggression, Caiya could tell her enemy cowered down before her in absolute terror. They were totally at her mercy now.

The realization made the large secret between her legs absolutely rock hard. She loved feeling such power over her enemy and it felt like all that power manifested in her...

... well, it wasn't a secret anymore, was it?

As she and her mother had spoken about it for the first time in hushed voices a very long time ago, Sintra had used a strange, guttural word to name it.

Cock.

As a little girl, Caiya had thought it sounded like something from the foul language of the orcs. Back then, she hadn't dared to ask her mother about it, but maybe it was true that it was an orcish word, because her mother had told her they must never speak about it to anybody else. As a teenager, she had heard the word used a few times by others, but then it had seemed to refer to the small, soft appendages the elven boys had between their legs. It was a bit confusing.

But now, as she felt her naked, almost foot-long spear of girl flesh press up against her enemy, pacifying them and making the princess feel like she could bring down all the orcish tribes by herself, it seemed like an oddly appropriate name. A name for a dangerous weapon. So what if it was an orcish name?! Maybe it was a weapon won from the enemy?

Her cock.

Triumphantly, she threw the sad remains of the broken tree branch away. Princess Caiya needed no other weapon!

As she pressed her body against her enemy, preventing them from escaping, or even moving very much at all, Caiya could hear them mumbling something in fear. She was not surprised. They had been caught betraying their own people. The punishment would be very harsh.

The adrenaline rush of the combat that never was, had begun to fade and Caiya started to notice other things about her captive as well. They were very small, for one thing. When sneaking up the tower, she had imagined the traitor being someone from the small warrior caste of Tennaia. Or a foreigner, maybe a human rogue of some sort, willing to trade away their conscience. Anyway, someone who could be expected to defend themselves. That is why she had brought the tree branch.

But as she locked them down with her large frame, her cock pressed against their body, Caiya realized that the traitor had to be a woman! It was not just the small stature of her captive, it was also the shape of the body. She could feel a woman's round behind under the dark robes, creating a soft pillow for the root of her cock.

Caiya was shocked. The elves of the Tennaia were fairly conservative in their way of life, and to the princess betrayal in war somehow had seemed like a male endeavor. But this vile, loathsome creature signaling to their ancient enemy was definitely a woman.

She had to find out who it was! She pulled the hood of the stranger back.

The blonde, elven woman tried to turn her face away as she was unmasked, but not before Caiya had a chance to see who it was. And she was no stranger.

Caiya's body froze as the small, slender woman in the black robes revealed to be Sintra, Queen of the Tennaia Forest.

Her mother.

"Mama?!" Caiya's voice was but a weak croak. She felt the anger and adrenaline drain out of her with the revelation of this unimaginable truth. It was her mother.

NO!! She must have misunderstood something. Surely, her own mother couldn't have betrayed them? The princess' bewilderment was increased by the position she was in. She had just physically attacked her mother in a strange, desolate place far from home, and now her large, naked and erect cock was pushing into her mother's body.

Queen Sintra's head was still turned away, perhaps in shame, but Caiya reached out and made her mother turn her head back to face her. They were still pressed together against the stone wall as mother and daughter looked into each other's eyes.

As she faced Sintra, Caiya was even more confused to see no fear or grief or indeed shame in her mother's face. The only emotion she could read on the queen was surprise.

"Caiya?" the queen said, "What are you doing here? And what is...?"

"What am I doing here?!" Caiya could not believe that was what her mother was asking, "What am *I* doing here?! I want to know what YOU are doing! Why are you signaling to the Orc lands?!" She could feel the shock giving way to anger again. As she did so her cock, having softened slightly at discovering her enemy's identity, hardened to steel again, jabbing roughly into her mother's spine.

Her mother didn't answer her, but just smiled one of her faint smiles. Those smiles would always drive Caiya mad, as they seemed to condescendingly suggest that her young, teenage daughter really did not know much about the world at all.