Reincarnation: A fight for survival

Chapter 17

He couldn't help but wonder why the women at the table were smiling so wildly. Had he said something funny?

The laughter went silent as the elves raised their hands in unison toward the table. A soft chanting filled the air and the leftovers began to glow in a bright green light. In one sudden flash, it all disappeared. Plates, trays, fruits, cakes, all of it vanished with not even a crumb left upon the table.

Impossible... That's impossible, Galen thought, a deer in the headlights of what he just saw.

While the soldier tried to wrap his mind around their magic, the elves then rose up from their seats. Celia herself leaned back to give him one last kiss on the cheek before she stood up from his lap. That was the move needed to finally snap him out of his awestruck daze.

"Where you going?" he asked as the tree elves filed into the Great Tree and climbing the ramp up to the levels above.

"Come," Tanza ordered, "there is one last ceremony to perform."

"Alright..." Galen mumbled as he got out of his chair and circled around the table to follow the elven elder back into their home.

Pink flames now rose from the torches that lined the walls to go with the tulips that now bloomed along the vines holding up the bed-baskets above. The cauldron bubbled furiously in the middle of the tree and only became worse as Tanza drew closer to it. Not giving him the chance to awe or wander at what he saw, the elder took hold of his hand and swiftly led him up the ramp toward the first and largest hanging bed.

"What's going on?" he asked curiously as many elves peeked over the edges of their pods to watch him from above.

"How many elves did you see in the village today?" Tanza asked.

The answer suddenly escaping him, he guessed, "Forty or so."

"Forty-six," she corrected, "The elves of Atzla need fifty to keep the magic in this forest at full strength, so the trees may grow, so the animals may thrive, that the hunters of the tribes may keep balance. And with Celia's affection for you, I would not doubt her intentions to join you after you depart..."

"So what does this mean?" he asked as they stopped at that first bed.

Tanza cast him a devilish grin as turned her back to him and began to undo the belt of her robe. Sensing his jaw drop she chose to be very deliberate as she then slid it down over her shoulders, baring her violet back to him in full before glancing over her shoulder to catch his expression. Finding herself on the verge of laughing aloud at the look upon his face, she released the garment and let it hit the floor. Now in the full nude she stepped forward into her basket and settled in amongst the furs. The sight she revealed then made Galen's eyes damn near pop out his head.

Without any form of clothing on her, the young man was granted full view of her body. The shapely, pink-capped breasts she cupped so proudly together with her soft hands. The silky lips of her s*x glistening as she spread her legs to allow him a better look at the pink bud crowning her labia. The elf playfully twirled a length of her black hair around her finger, passing him a seductive stare from her ultramarine eyes whilst l*****g her dark blue lips.

"To answer your query, my precious Galen, we will be five elves short of holding the balance for Atzla. This is why we need a pure and noble man, so no dark souls may corrupt the magic of the Great Tree when we accept new daughters from him into the ranks of the Life-Givers of the tree elf clan."

"But, I'm too young to be a father," he murmured as that terrible tremble made its way into his hand.

A frown creasing her forehead, Tanza asked, "Do you see men among us?"

He promptly shook his head.

"That is because we raise the girls ourselves. While lycans or nekos may produce a hybrid with a human, old magic makes it so tree elves produce only female tree elves, no matter what race with which we mate. There are no men in our ranks, as their only purpose is to enjoy the pleasures of our bodies and gift us with children on this ceremonial night." Openly rubbing her bared p***y, she once again adopted her sultry stare as she said, "So relax, my young soldier. Your pleasure is our desire."

"Oh," he breathed, faintly smiling as the unbelievable tried to register in his mind.

He started looking up the ramp leading to the top of the tree. His mind thought over all the elvish women who hid in their baskets while hungrily awaiting his body. For some reason he found himself wondering if he had died on that plane, because this sure felt like heaven.

"You won't be needing these," Tanza smiled as she jerked down his pants, beholding a sight that brought that lustful grin to her face. She immediately reached out to touch him only to find thick drops of pre-c*m already emerging from his attentive member. Her precious foreplay hadn't even begun and the clear liquid was dripping down onto her hand.

Looking up into his eyes with a knowing smirk, she placed her open hand on the underside of his slick c**k and began slid it up along his shaft.

"You are virgin?" she asked, already able to tell her answer.

Almost shamefully, Galen nodded his head.

Tanza chortled aloud as her fingers wrapped around him, the young man sucking in a breath through his nose on that first stroke. In bringing his blood down to where she wanted it most she found this method graceful fondling more successful than all others. But time was too short to merely stroke him, and so she leaned in with an open mouth. Her tongue came forth to touch the base of his d**k below her thumb on the underside of the organ. Moving parallel with her hand, she licked up along his c**k in one long, sensuous stroke, taking in his full flavor before the main course.

She found such joy in watching him squirm at her tease, at how uneasily he drew breath as she swirled her tongue around in the glistening layer of pre-c*m coating his head. This "ritual" had barely began and yet he looked ready to pop right there in her mouth as she lapped up his sweet taste. And him going off this early certainly wouldn't do.

Drawing her head back and sitting down on her haunches, the elder gave her hand a lick as she said, "It's so wonderful, enjoying a man who has not yet taken his first woman. Lay down, my dear Galen. Enjoy the love of Mistress Tanza."

She didn't give him the opportunity to object before she grabbed his hands and pulled him down into the bed. The second his back hit the soft furs of the hanging basket, she was right on top of him to straddle his thighs. Drawing a hand in to the cleft between her legs she started rubbing her s*x in preparation while leaning over to bring his c**k back to her lips. The soldier's lovely manhood absolutely pulsing for her attention.

It was perhaps unfortunate for Celia for the Elder to steal his virginity like this, but it necessary for her people. Tanza wanted to make sure he knew what to do when her sisters' turn arose, and for him to be very skilled by the time he came to Celia. As elder, it was Tanza's duty to make it so, just as it was her right to get the first taste of the cake...

Besides, there was too much pleasure to be had in watching his eyes roll back as she sucked his c**k into her mouth. She would never give up a chance at a sight like this. Not for a hundred proven men...

Galen's breath got heavy as she finally took him into her mouth, soaking the whole of his shaft in her hot spit before coming back up. Right away, his glans flared with excitement as her tongue twirled around the slit of his c**k then descended again. She worked a warm hand up to massage his balls, stirring up the seed inside as she sucked away his drizzle.

When he was begging her more, the elven elder simply drew back with a smile and gave his shaft a kiss. "What do you say, Galen? Do you like how my lips feel?"

"Amazing!" he gasped

"You sure you want more?"

"Please, yes. God, yes."

He was like a cat teased by a string.

"Alright, because you said please..."

She wrapped her lips around the girth of his c**k and began a slow descent down his throbbing shaft. When he was prodding at her uvula she pulled her head back with her cheeks sucked in for extra contact. Then she descended again, this time much more swiftly and drawing back with the same expedience. He was absolutely squirming as she properly worked his c**k and coiled her expert tongue around him to work more of his filmy discharge into the back of her throat.