Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2015 11:09:39 -0700
From: mike . <ccmike1@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Forest of Yavva Part 3

The Forests of Yavva (part 3)

Foreword:

    This is a work of erotic fiction set in a fantasy setting. There is
magic, lycanthropy, and mythical creatures. I write as a hobby, and
appreciate any feedback, comments, collaboration opportunities or
otherwise. Enjoy!


    "Give me now libidinous joys only!
     Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!"
        ~ Walt Whitman, 'Native Moments'

Over the next few weeks I lived with Keevoh, and enjoyed settling into a
routine. More times than not when I would wake up in the morning, he would
already be gone. My morning ritual involved chopping wood, wandering about
the forest, and inevitably sitting out on the porch. I would sit back in a
chair or on the steps, and meditate on that elusive face. Since that first
night his image cleared in my mind, I no longer felt that nausea when he
would cross my mind. The face, however, was all I could conjure at
first. Emotionally I often felt nothing, just saw that perfectly still face
with those wide blue eyes. It was confusing and at times disturbing having
nothing but that haunting image as my memory before the apparent
accident. Who he was and why he had taken my memory eluded me.

Keevoh would return when the sun was at its zenith, and always wore an
almost surprised look of delight when he'd see me there on the porch
waiting for him. He would lean in and kiss me, and this would inevitably
lead to more. He fucked me often, and I always felt a little safer and a
little stronger when he would fill me with his seed. In return I was eager
and responsive. I began to long for his touch: to feel those hands clasp
mine or hold my side, or feel the warmth of his body rubbing against
mine. He was gentle and cordial at times, and other times rough and
dominating. On occasion during climax he would change, and it fueled a
deeper excitement in me feeling his beast form taking me inside and out. He
was stoic and secretive, and other times warm and all smiles. All that was
him engaged and captivated me, and with each passing day I felt growing
sense of belonging and kinship.

Keevoh was a protector, and his every affection reflected this. He would
wrap his arm around my shoulder pulling me to him, staring off into the
woods ever vigilant. In the late afternoons, I grew accustomed to dozing
off with my head against his chest.

I would forage for nuts, fruits and spices during my morning forest walks,
and present them midday.

I also was beginning to find subtle pleasures within myself. On one walk, I
happened on a game trail that led up to a hot spring. It was a natural
stone bath, and I learned quickly just how much I enjoyed a good soak. I
would sink waist deep, and feel the tension and stress in my body melt
away. It was too wonderful a find to not be unknown. One such morning not
long after dipping into the steaming pool, I heard a rustling in the
bushes.

A tall, lanky elf appeared. He was well toned, with a reddish copper hair
shoulder length. He carried a hunting spear, and wore just a small cloth
over his waist and upper thighs. I didn't know how, but I knew in seeing
him that he was Sylvan-- a wood elf. He had high cheek bones, and pointed
ears. His features were well pronounced, and he wore a look of both
surprise and curiosity.

He was quick to break the silence. "Hello."

"Hello," I responded

He looked me over, and smiled. "All this time I thought I was the only one
who knew of these springs. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," I replied.

He shamelessly removed his clothes and dropped down into the steaming
water. It was hard not to notice his large hooded cock and his sinewy
muscles for that matter. He let out a sigh, and closed his eyes. He finally
opened them and smiled, "I am Awk."

That awkwardness came back to me, as I groped for a response. "Hello,
Awk. I-- don't have much of a name."

Awk chuckled. "It is known that Satyrs and tree spirits must hide their
true name for fear of being enslaved, but a human?"

When I did not laugh with him, his face dropped in realization. "You are
Keevoh's mate."

"How do you know?" I asked, genuinely surprised.

"It is known among my kind. We are allies with the Werebears. We share the
land-- we are very good at sharing," he grinned. "My tribe has had some run
ins with the wizard Aureth. It is said that he took your memory, but that
you escaped him?"

"My first memories were waking up in near rubble. I remember his name, and
his face. Nothing more."

Awk looked at me for awhile, weighing whatever it was in his head. Finally,
he spoke, "No one has seen the Wizard lately. With what you describe,
perhaps you subverted him. He might even have fled."

The thought had crossed my mind. I was cautious in concluding anything
though, so instead I asked him, "What do you know of him?"

"He has captured a couple of the males from my tribe over the years. He is
very powerful, and has always been a shadow over Yavva. Seeing you here
gives me a lot of hope. It is truly an honor."

I blushed, feeling somewhat ashamed for the praise. The rest of the morning
Awk and I conversed in the hot springs. He told me of the forest, and of
his people. The Sylvan were a race of elves that inhabited Yavva. He
explained how they were quite different from their cousin race, the Grey
Elves, who preferred cities and industry rather than the forests and
traditions. His tribe lived and hunted very close to the Werebears. I
learned from him that the Werebears were a brotherhood of six, spanning
most of Yavva. I also learned that later that night marked the beginning of
a festival.

"It is called the 'Shadow Nights', for it is on the new moon that begins
the transition from autumn to winter. Traditionally it is a time for many
of the races of Yavva to commune before winter. The Brotherhood will
hibernate, the Satyrs turn their revelry inward, the Spirits rest, many
humans return to the valley, and we Sylvan spend much less time roaming the
forests. It is one of my favorite events as the emphasis is on sharing more
basic pleasures with one and other."

At this Awk grinned, and winked. "It has been a pleasure. The sun is high,
and I should go the way I came."

"As I," I replied. "It was very nice meeting you Awk. Perhaps I will see
you here again."

"Of that I am sure, and this evening should you attend the festival, you
would be very welcome." he smiled.

I returned to the cabin refreshed. It was uplifting meeting another and
conversing so freely. I felt like my knowledge of the world around me had
just grown that much more, and for that I felt a sense of
accomplishment. The prospect of the Shadow Nights was also very exciting. I
was full of energy so I began to chop wood. Some time later after splitting
a particularly large piece of wood, I turned to find Keevoh watching me. He
was smiling with one hand stroking at his beard.

"I rather like watching you chop wood," he said.

I grinned, and setting the axe in the stump, went to greet him. We
embraced, and he kissed me deep. Smiling, he asked, "How was your morning?"

"It was very nice. I discovered a hot spring--"

"I can tell," he smiled, and ran his nose against my neck, inhaling.

"I met a Sylvan Elf, named Awk."

"Oh?" he smiled, and began to kiss my neck.

"He was very nice, and it was refreshing learning more about Yavva and his
people."

"Did he mention tonight?" Keevoh asked, running his beard up my neck.

"He mentioned a festival," I moaned as his tongue lapped lightly right
beneath my ear. The scruffiness of his beard tingled the side of my neck,
and I began pressing forward against his body. Our hard cocks rubbed
against the other.

He smiled, "Yes, the festival. It is my personal favorite as all those
loyal to these great woods commune and enjoy life and the end of
autumn. The Shadow Nights we celebrate each other one last time before
winter takes hold." He paused and pulling back with a mischievous yet
centered look on his face, he finished, "but it is best experienced,
first-hand."

* * *

The evening leading up was fairly different from our usual routine. Supper
was much lighter and void of anything cooked. We sat out on the porch, his
arm wrapped around me. The insects and their evening song played backdrop,
as we talked.

"The Shadow Nights is one of the few times my kind will mingle with the
other races of Yavva. My kind, though wardens of the woods, are not the
only to inhabit them. The Sylvan we regard as our closet ally, as our goals
are often aligned. Protect, preserve and prosper. The Satyrs will be
there. They are often excessive in their revelry, but it is an occasion for
indulgence," Keevoh explained.

"Will there be other humans? Others like me?"

"The Sylvan will often take human mates, and many of the druids will be
there. My kind tends not to take human mates, but it is not forbidden."

I found myself thinking of my encounter with Karr at the river. I could so
clearly picture that look of disdain as his spat, 'He does not belong
here'.

As if reading my thoughts, Keevoh said, "It is unlikely that Karr will be
there. He holds a very purist view, and rarely will speak with, much less
mingle, with any race outside of the Brotherhood. His is a view that I do
not believe is healthy, and thankfully the rest of my brothers agree."

"Awk had mentioned that there are six of you?" I inquired.

"Currently, yes. Karr, Bjorn and I are geographically close, so we share
the same river for fishing. Dalton and August live a couple days travel
from here. The three of us used to be quite close." Keevoh smiled and
pulled me to him. My hand wrapped around him and I softly rubbed his side
while he continued caressing my shoulder.

"They are mates, you see. They are inseparable, although many a festival
I've enjoyed being between them." Keevoh laughed. "The last of us is
Powel. He is the oldest and wisest of us. I do not believe he will be
present tonight, but I do not doubt you will meet him some day."

The evening wore on, and it was not until quite late before we finally set
out. We brought torches as the night sky only cast starlight. We went down
to the river and followed it for some time. The sound of the rushing water
picked up, and after an hour's walk we were at the mouth of a mountain. The
water rushed over the face of a sharp decline, booming into a black pool of
water below.

Keevoh doused his torch in the rushing water and undressed. I followed
suit. In the darkness he took my hand and squeezed it tight.

"We must jump, and let the current take us. This is the mouth of an
underground river, and we must swim beneath the rock face. Are you ready?"

I was scared but also excited. Hearing all that rushing water, I thought of
losing control to the current of the river accident. I was determined
though to do this; to share this experience with my lover.

"Yes," I said.

"On three. One, two, three!"

And with that we jumped. The water hit hard and cold, and my feet did not
find bottom. I kicked, and held Keevoh's hand tight. When we remerged, the
water was echoing above and around us. Without even starlight, we were
enveloped in the darkness as we swam with the current. At times my hands
found a rocky edge. The tunnel in which we swam was fairly narrow and I
hoped that the ceiling would allow for us to keep our heads above the
surface. Fortunately this proved to be true. An orange flicker then
appeared in the distance. It danced about the rock formation above and
around us. The water would catch it from time to time as more of these
dancing lights appeared.

And then the ceiling gave way. The rushing water slowed and without
confinement the sound scattered to the sky. We were no longer underground,
and in the distance appeared an island. The island was speckled with orange
firelight. Keevoh squeezed my hand, and smiled. "Welcome to Kaa-- the heart
of Yavva."

The water grew increasingly gentle, and we swam to shore without much
effort. Everything seemed to be lit by fire. Figures and voices swam as
jagged projections against lush vegetation. Underneath the murmur of voices
was a steady cadence of drumming. The island seemed to be mostly rock, and
angled sharply from the shore. Keevoh grabbed a ledge, and muscled his way
out of the water. He turned and lent me a hand, a grin still firmly planted
on his face.

"Tonight, we experience the pulse of Yavva."

By the hand, he led me in through some dense foliage. My pulse was
quickening, and it was hard not to become overly aware of
everything. Shadows danced. I felt warm soil press between my toes with
each step. Voices blurred over the drums full of laughter, quiet
conversation and the unmistakeable sounds of love-making. We brushed past
two naked Sylvan elves going the opposite direction: a man and a woman who
smiled knowingly as we passed. The path then opened up to a clearing where
the drumming became unrestricted. A satyr stood by a large roaring fire,
dancing with a drum strapped to his side. Light on his feet and head turned
down into the music, his hands were a blur against the surface. It vibrated
with great gusto. His song was a vibrant cadence which would change ever so
slightly from measure to measure and yet still kept time with a central
rhythm that must have blanketed the whole of the island. Also by the fire
in the center of the clearing was a tall, muscled wood elf. He was naked,
and between his legs was another, much younger Sylvan male eagerly sucking
on his erect cock. Around them were a number of males and females in
various states of arousal. Some were just watching, some engaged with their
neighbors, and all seemed beholden to the rhythm that pulsed through
everyone.

The elf getting serviced had dark copper skin and long brown hair. He was
well muscled (as most the Sylvan were), and wore a broad smile of
satisfaction as he stared down at his partner. The elf sucking him seemed
very eager at his task, and spent great effort fully transversing the
length of the other's cock in long, broad strokes. I turned to see Keevoh
drinking in the scene. Fire reflected in his eyes, he licked his lips and
turned to me. His hands found my shoulders, and he began to push me down. I
went to my knees to see his very erect and leaking cock.

I wasted no time parting my lips and moving down onto his member. Not long
after working his cock, I felt his hands find the back of my head. He
gripped my hair firmly and began forcing me up and down in long full
strokes much like the two elves in the center of the clearing. His hips
began to buck, and I opened my throat as best I could for the face fuck I
knew I was about to receive.

He didn't disappoint. He began slamming into my throat. Every time I would
choke a little, he'd just push a little harder and deeper. I gasped for air
when he'd pull out before he'd slam back down to the hilt. Then he held me
down, my mouth and throat fully impaled by his pulsing cock. I looked up
and he looked down, and then I felt a liquid begin to fill my throat. I
gulped, but it kept coming. I realized that he was pissing directly down my
throat. I moaned in pleasure and gulped, lost in the lust of our
exchange. It was unexpected, but felt amazing-- him feeding me, almost
marking me as his own. At this thought I gulped harder and faster. He
moaned and growled, clearly enjoying the gulping throat work I was
subjecting his cock to.

He finally finished, and pulled his cock out. A long thread of saliva
trailed between his slick cock and my mouth. I licked my lips
involuntarily, and he began to smear the throat slime that had coated his
cock against my face. I caught a whiff of his balls and although the water
had rinsed them, they were already beginning to produce that wonderful
musky smell.

I looked up at him, lost in the moment and wanting nothing more than to
please him and be filled with all he had to offer me-- whether cock, piss
or cum. His eyes were locked on mine with a look of primal lust and what
appeared to be pride.

His cock, harder than ever, went back into my throat. He began forcefully
fucking my face, his big meaty hands on the sides of my head. When he would
pull out I would suck in air. I continued to open up my mouth and throat
for him despite the battering he was giving them. He groaned, and with a
couple final hard thrusts, dumped his load directly down my throat. He
roared loudly to the night sky. I swallowed, and choked on his cock and
load, and then swallowed some more.

After finally pulling off his cock, the rest of the world seemed to come
back into focus. The vibrations of the drumming filled my being again; the
voices and shapes of everyone around the fire lost in lust and shared space
filled the peripheral; and there was Keevoh, as always-- this beautiful and
mysterious beast that I had fallen for, and who had claimed me as his mate.

Keevoh smiled, and pulled me up into his arms. I tucked my head into his
neck, breathing that sweet musk in as the rush of pleasure pulsed through
me and made my knees weaken. "You did good boy," he whispered.

He held me to him, lightly caressing the back of my neck. "Come on," he
said, and taking me by the hand led me away from the circle. The Sylvan
male in the center was still getting sucked. We made eye contact
briefly. He just smiled and nodded approvingly.

Kaa was unlike the rest of Yavva. The vegetation was lush with ferns, vines
and brilliantly colored flowers; the air was moist and warm despite the
hour; and this particular evening held a certain energy about it. Instead
of wind, the jungle rustled with sexual movement, moans and drums.

My hand in his, Keevoh led me to a clearing with a ziggurat. A terraced
pyramid, each successive level the height of half a man and the depth of a
full one. Uneven and unshapely alabaster bricks made up the surface of each
step. Moss and plants poured out of the thick gaps between each cut. The
stones themselves were intricately carved, depicting simple abstract
patterns as well as fractals and spirals that carried the detail of a
lifetime's work. The ziggurat was speckled with torches and depressions
that acted as tubs of steaming water, some populated with men and women in
various states of sexual exchange.

We climbed a couple of the steps, passing by a number of couples lost in
pleasure in the tubs. We came to an unoccupied tub which we immediately
sunk into. I moaned in pleasure as the hot water enveloped me, my muscles
relaxing instantly. The bottom of the tub glowed a vibrant blue, as if by
magic.

Keevoh wasted no time. He kissed me hard, his hands caressing my face and
wandering all over my body. I moaned and kissed him back, the soothing
warmth of the water all around our bodies. He spun me around and began to
kiss my neck. I could feel his beard brushing against my skin, and then in
the water I felt his cock pressing against my ass. I bent over immediately
picking up on his cues, and crossed my arms on the edge of the pool.

His cock popped in, and in a deep, raspy voice he said, "That's good
boy. Open up for me."

His arms wrapped around me and he pinched at one of my nipples. I cooed,
and he began fucking me hard while holding me tightly to him.

I then noticed that another pool across from us a similar scene was
developing between a man and elf. The man was shorter but very squarely
built. His muscles seemed to almost flex as he pounded into the other's
ass. The recipient was none other than Awk. He half-smiled and we stared at
the other as we both were fucked hard from behind. The man fucking him
threw his head back and yelled in ecstasy. Awk let out a moan and closed
his eyes, no doubt being filled with cum.

"Keevoh!" A jovial voice boomed. Another man one tier up looked down at us
smiling. "Dalton. Good to see you. Where's August?" Keevoh replied without
slowing his assault on my ass.

Dalton hopped down and approached us. He then looked down at me, still
smiling. "This must be your new friend."

He had a long brown beard the length of a fist, and an amicable smile about
him. He winked at me, then a voice came from behind him, "Here I am." The
man who I could only presume was August wrapped his beefy arms around
Dalton. August was a full head taller than his mate, as well as hairier and
larger in stature. The only thing that appeared smaller was his beard,
which appeared closely trimmed. He otherwise appeared to be covered in body
hair, dark and curly. He turned his large brown eyes on me, and
grinned. "This must be the wizard slayer."

He began kissing Dalton's neck, and his hands began to roam. Dalton leaned
back in ecstasy, relishing the touching, especially when one hand managed
to find his quickly hardening cock. His cock was not particularly long, but
was very thick and uncut. He also had very large balls, which seemed to
churn out a long thread of precum almost instantly after August's groping
began.

I involuntarily moaned as I felt Keevoh's hands dig into my side. He pulled
me back onto his cock while he thrust forward, ramming me hard and deep. I
could hear his balls splashing against the water and against my thighs.

August now had one hand tweaking at one of Dalton's nipples, while the
other in a thick tight fist worked up and down his thick shaft in meaty,
deliberate strokes. "Mmmmm that feels so gooood," Dalton moaned. His head
moved back, and with growls of pleasure August ran his beard against him,
kissing him and licking at his exposed neck.

This only seemed to turn Keevoh on more, and I began to feel his cock
swelling in my ass. He grunted with each thrust, and it wasn't long before
I felt his seed filling me. Dalton was now moaning, that thick cock bright
red and swollen and ready for release. Just as he began shooting, August
pointed it to my face, and I was plastered by the largest load I'd ever
experienced. Spurt after spurt found its place on my face, on my chest and
in my mouth (which I had instinctively opened). When it finally subsided,
my face and neck were covered with his warm seed. I couldn't open my eyes
it was so thick, and I enjoyed the feeling of his thick load slowly
dripping down me.

"Boy, don't open your eyes yet, but this is Dalton and August", Keevoh
grunted. We all laughed. "I think your boy needs to be cleaned up, Keevoh,"
Dalton observed, "You might need to give him a bath."

"That's not a bad idea. You want to get cleaned up boy?" Keevoh growled.

"Mmmm yes sir," I said.

"Good boy." And with that Keevoh pulled out and placed one arm under my
pecs and another above my thighs. He leveled me in the water so I was
vertical, my ass just exposed to the warm night air. I dipped my face in
the water, rubbing the cum and sweat off of me so that I might be able to
see.

I then felt many hands upon my body. Dalton and August groped around my
body, rubbing my back, sides and ass. One hand found my cock while another
worked against my just fucked hole. "Mmmm, feels like you filled this boy
good, Keevoh," August said in his deep baritone voice.

"His boy pussy is rather tight and hot. You might enjoy it, August," Keevoh
said. I blushed a little and my ass twitched at the thought of Keevoh
offering up my ass to his friends.

"I bet you'd like that, huh boy," August breathed as I felt a thick digit
wiggle into my hole. I just moaned in pleasure. Keevoh held me up while the
two groped and rubbed on me. They tweaked my nipples, and my ass exposed I
felt a second finger work into my hold. One of them (I think Dalton) pulled
at my cock roughly, and I found myself bucking back against the anal
assault and then thrusting forward into the meaty fist around my cock. It
wasn't long before I felt orgasm beginning to build in me. "Yeah, that's it
boy, you can do it," I heard Dalton say.

"Yeah fuck that fist, give us that load," August breathed.

I did as I was told, moaning like a bitch in heat. Then Keevoh said,
"That's it boy, cum for me."

That put me over the edge, and I started shooting into the water. I heard
myself scream out in pleasure as these hot men groped, poked and prodded
me. I then sagged into Keevoh who was still holding me up. He pulled me
towards him, and I felt him kiss me right behind the ear. "That's a good
boy," he whispered as I caught my breath. There was nowhere else I wanted
to be then there in his arms.