Reincarnation: A fight for survival

Chapter 19

At first her tears escaped in pain, her tract tightening up on the stiff intruder as he gently moved in and out. Despite the initial lack of warning she did find him to be taking a care in these next moments as he paused any time she yipped or squealed. Waiting for her cues or elven words before he would push into her again. With this adjusted method, it did not take long for the pain to flow away from her body with the nectar that began dripping down her thighs.

When that last touch of discomfort subsided, her face took on a blissful expression as she started rocking her body against him Her moans filled the Great Tree to echo off each and every wall of the vast hollowed-out deciduous. With each increasingly rapid thrust into her body, her fervid cries climbed to their highest note as she felt overwhelmed by the glorious feeling she had within. Of taking his c**k to the hilt and letting his throbbing head tap her parts that had never been touched by love. She savored every feeling that plunged into her, every inch of the c**k driving into her steaming snatch.

It was bringing her to a new level of ecstasy her fingers could never match.

"Si jil, si jil! Galen! Si JIL!"

Her juices erupted from her p***y, flowing past his manhood as he continued to pump into her. But the tightness which her belly synched down around him with quickly proved too much for own endurance to handle and just a moment later he was grunting, "I'm gonna..."

The elf girl screamed as he slammed his hips into her, her womb flooding as his c*m shot forth to fill her belly. As he had done the first time, Galen pulled back and thrust into her again, feeding her belly every last drop necessary to make it swell as she desired it too. And when she finally collapsed onto her bed, he found a broad grin had drawn across her cheeks. A dribble of white seed ran out from her still-quivering folds as stuttered spasms rocked her in the aftershock of o****m.

With a satisfied smile, Galen leaned in and softly kissed the elven girl on the back of her neck. A sunshine-yellow glow lit up beneath her that quickly spread to her cheeks as he turned to leave. Two down, three to go.

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Celia watched from her basket hanging several levels above Galen, a longing stare focused on him as he continued his task. Her muscles had a slight uneasiness to them from the sight of him laying her clan sisters and blessing them with young but yet it didn't repulse her to see them impregnated. On the contrary, arousal stirred up her private places every time he pushed into another girl and even more so when he filled their belly. Warm, tense feelings even fired up her insides each time she watched him plant his seeds.

The third elf up the ladder, the clan cook and the very woman who had scolded him earlier for bad manners, now screamed his name as he drove his tongue into her love place. Celia trembled as the moans worked their way into her mind. How happy they sounded together! The joys given to them as their bodies joined that were clearly audible with their cries of pleasure.

Only once every ten years did the elves allow themselves to indulge in such wanton acts. Only once every ten years did the chastising spell lift to allow their bodies to feel these pleasures of tumbling in the sack rather than painful, empty feelings of pointless m**********n. This single night at spring's dawn was only one of the two ways out from such a chaste life—the other being to leave the clan. But that option took the combined magic of the elf, the elder, and a lover to break the chastising spell and set the girl free.

And it came with a cost.

Breaking free of the clan and the chastising spell over them would strip the elf of her connection to her clan sisters and remove her ability to manipulate the forces of the nature. Even some of her personal magic of the forest would be lost. She would be forced to summon her magic using her own body's mana instead of pulling it from her sisters or nature. And then she would have to live on without that heart connection to her sisters until she chose to return again.

If Celia wanted to feel love, to give love, and to stay with her newfound Galen, she had to be ready to do just that.

Another one of her clan sisters just screamed in o****m, Galen's moans coming soon after as he filled her with his baby-cream. Four down. Only one more elf and then he was all hers. There were forty others in the tree that desired his ravishing c**k between their thighs but she had already made her reservation.

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Galen yawned as he once again tried to get a rise from his body. Four elven girls he had laid. Four women he had satisfied. But as beautiful as they all were, the continuous act of filling their bodies was taking its toll. Dark bags were beginning to form under his eyes and a slight ache developed in his lower back. He had no idea how much longer he could go.

As he came to the next basket, however, he had no more trouble in bringing his little soldier back to attention.

An elven girl screamed in pleasure as her trembling fingers massaged her breasts while another clan-sister buried her face between her thighs. These two elves both had light red eyes, well-rounded breasts, and firm, curvy bottoms that shifted constantly in their sweaty lovemaking. Both the heavenly beings had matching snowy white skin that seemingly sparkled in the pink fire light. With long, fiery red hair and matching crimson auras bonding to make the entire basket glow red he instantly nicknamed them the "fire twins" in his mind.

"Galen!" screamed the one elf, causing her sister to pull her lips away from her cunt just in time to watch her sister's juices erupt. At once, she crawled up along her sister's body, pressing their breasts together and looking back upon Galen.

"Come, noble one. My sweet sister wishes a child. And I wish to play."

Her sentence had only just finished when Galen got on his knees behind them, lining his shaft up with the one who couldn't hold in her moans. Fresh off of one o****m, she couldn't fight the shriek that escaped her as Galen pushed up into her body. Her cries were quickly silenced however as her twin's lips pressed against hers, her warm tongue snaking in to dance with hers while his c**k pounded her insides.

"Try not to scream so much, dear twin," the top sister whispered as she broke the kiss. "Or else you may wake the Calia herself when his seed enters your body."

As his hips slammed into the back of her thighs, she squealed, "I can't help it, sister! My body is too sensitive!"

"Then let me keep that tongue of yours silent for you..." She came in for the kiss again, but even this experienced elven temptress didn't expect him to grab onto her hips. Her eyes widened in confusion as her lower body was lifted up by a set of strong arms and then lowered with her thighs coming to rest on Galen's shoulders.

The young man's newly -tutored tongue dove into her vulva, playing between her folds to draw a scream out of her porcelain lips. He reveled in their now unified cries as he buried his face deeper into her. His tongue darted about in a zigzag pattern all the way up her slit until he came to the top of her labia and then went down again. Then he pecked playfully at her nub with his lips, kissing it, squeezing it, all before l*****g over it like a parched wolf as she screamed for more.

Already her succus was getting sweeter just as her twin's love hole clamped down around his tool, trying to milk it of its c*m.

Tanza's giggles suddenly echoed through his mind as he pressed his lips over the elf's pink buzzer. Once again the slick tip of his tongue poked forth to tickle it and made her entire body squirm.

That's it Galen, the elder's voice whispered, just like I told you. Practice these skills well, Celia shall desire them...

Pressure was building in Galen's c**k as he drove it into this fiery elf. The nectar of her sister was flowing over his chin and dripping down his chest as he failed to lap all of it up in time. Her thighs began to clamp down around his head as she drew closer to o****m, her twin at the receiving end of his c**k having already shook with her second c****x. And third. And fourth. The fur bed beneath them was soaked in her succus as it streamed past his c**k and over her cheeks, her muscles going completely limp as her eyes rolled back.

"I'm coming," Galen grunted.

"Inside my sister!" the top twin cried, "give us child!"

He thrust forward, sinking his c**k as deep as he possibly could as his seed spurted one final time into the waiting womb of a tree elf. When that last drop was squeezed from him, he let the other elven girl off his shoulders and pulled his spent tool from its burning sheath.

"Amazing..." the one girl mumbled as a bead of c*m began oozing from her thoroughly f****d snatch. The two sisters, now shaking dazedly, snuggled up with one another while extending a hand out to Galen to beg him to stay. With a bit of regret the soldier shook his head and he staggered to his feet.

"I'm sorry," he panted. "But I gotta go."

"To Celia," one girl giggled, "she is... much with luck to have you. Enjoy all, Galen."

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"Celia?" the soldier called as he stumbled up the ramp that encompassed the Great Tree.

"Here!" she responded in elvish, waving down to him from her basket.

Drowsily getting one foot in front of the other, the young soldier followed the voice calling to him from above. A wide smile crossing his lips as he traced it to its source. After mumbling a few words in his own tongue, he continued his march up. His fatigue was obvious as he constantly had to brace himself against the wall and struggle for every step.

"Galen, darling," Tanza's voice called out. The soldier stopped and turned as the elder came strutting up the ramp after him, still just as n***d as when he'd left her. "I have a gift for you."

"Hmm?" He faced the elder, a questioning eye brow raised at her sudden appearance.

Tanza placed a glowing hand on his chest and sent his entire body into a violent shiver. Each second her hand remained in contact with him seemingly sucked more life from her body. Dark circles formed under her eyes, fatigue spread over her face. When Tanza finally released him, she gave a deep, drawn out yawn while nearly falling over herself.

"My, my, that was exhausting. I was tired before, but now... Now I think I'll go have a nice nap. We are only a zetran and a half past noon now, and the rest of the day is yours. Spend it wisely," she cooed while turning and descending down the ramp.

In the next moment, Galen's head snapped up to look at Celia. Without a moment's hesitation he began running with a renewed vigor to bolt up the tree to get to her. The young elf gave a short squeal in anticipation as he approached, dropping down into her bed and flicking away her green panties. When the heavy patter of his bare feet drew near, she snuggled up into a fur and started rubbing her s*x in anticipation.

"Celia?" he called as he approached the basket.

"I'm here, love," she called.

Finally, he was standing before her, his body fully exposed. The site of his manhood excited her to no end, making her cheeks flush gold and making her turn away. When she looked back at him, he was already climbing into bed beside her and drawing up a fur over their bodies.