Tailia sat under a massive oak tree, her elvish eyes staring, unseeing, down the shady forest path. All about her the sounds of nature rose, pleasant and soothing to her elvish ears. Not far away a small brook babbled as it flowed over its rocky bed but still she was troubled. Her mind whirled with thoughts of her childhood, her family and her rapidly nearing future. Yesterday she had been a carefree elven girl living happily in her tiny village where every elf cared for her and treated her almost as if she was their own child. But last night her world had changed, probably forever. The young elf boy, Endolan had been courting her for nearly a year now and had finally proposed to her. They had been sitting around the dancing fire, holding hands and enjoying the merry song and dance around them. He leaned over near, his soft warm lips lightly brushing her sensitive ear, and asked her permission to ask her father for her hand. Of course she had said yes. If she hadn't he would have been shamed to the point of having to leave the village and besides she loved him as she knew he loved her. There was just the problem of the age-old tradition in the village, the tradition of deflowering.

Deflowering had been practiced by the elves since the beginning of time. Her mother had been deflowered as had her two older sisters, but still it frightened her a little. Not because she was afraid of being proven unclean. No, she had been very careful and knew that her virginity was intact. What worried her was the ceremony itself. Tailia involuntarily shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. She really knew so little about it. She had never attended a deflowering, only adults were allowed, but there were the rumors, the childish tales that young girls told each other, probably all exaggerated of course. Would her mother tell her what the ceremony was? Surely she would, unless of course part of the ceremony was for the pledged to not know. Her mind spun with questions, fears, and hopes until finally, as the sun slowly sank below the lofty tops of the trees, Tailia rose and slipped soundlessly down the forest path back toward the village and her family's house high in the boughs of one of the great elderberry trees.

As she came into the village proper she was greeted by all the elves she met and she stopped and talked to each of them, careful to show the proper respect and sharing the day's news or just being pleasant. Each seemed to know a secret about her that she herself didn't know and once after being passed by the beautiful, if venerable, Larissa, she even stopped to see if her dress had been torn. It was intact, but still she felt the eyes of all her friends and neighbors upon her. The men and women seemed to be sizing her up, evaluating her, judging her. It frightened her a little and she felt herself flush with self-conscious modesty.

Finally she reached the base of her family tree. She skipped using the small basket lift; instead she gracefully climbed from limb to limb until she had reached her front door sixty feet above the forest floor. She shouldn't have done that, she knew. Her father would say that it was not fitting for a girl her age to be climbing like a child, but she loved the exhilaration of the climb, and besides, even her mother climbed up sometimes, when she was even happier than usual.

"Endolan came to see me today," her father said as she walked through the doorway and into her family's common room.

"Yes, father, he asked me last night if he could." She stood, looking down to show the proper respect for her father.

"And what would you wish my answer to be?"

That surprised her. She had never dreamed that her father might want to know her feelings about Endolan before he made his decision. Her father waited patiently, not showing any sign of irritation while she collected her thoughts. It took her several long minutes to sort out her feelings. Yes she wanted to be Endolan's pledged mate, she finally concluded. She did love him after all. Or at least she thought she did. She lusted for him with a burning desire that made her knees weak and her ears ring. But did she love him? It was so hard to know, when all they could do was hold hands and talk. But when they were together, she wanted to do more. She wanted to take him to her and feel his body pressing into hers. She wanted to taste his sweat and to have him suckle from her breasts. Yes, she did want to marry Endolan. Even just thinking of being with him, did strange and wonderful things to her body; her nipples hardened, her breathing sped, she felt a fire spark below her navel. Her body reacted to her thoughts like a wild unicorn to the touch of a maiden and she had no way of taming it. She answered slowly, now sure of her decision but unsure of her voice.

"Yes, father. I wish your answer to be yes."

"And you know what that means? You know the deflowering ritual?"

"Yes father."

"Are you pure?" His question held no recrimination, no accusation of guilt, just a question. "If not I can pay Lendath to have some chicken blood squirted out at just the right time. No one else in the village would have to know."

"I am pure father."

A sad look came over her father's face for just the briefest of moments and then he nodded. "Good. I shall tell Endolan of our decision tomorrow. Little one, I shall hate to lose you as my daughter, but I am very proud of the beautiful elf you have become." His eyes brightened and his smile returned.

Tailia was still stuck on his first words. Our decision? They rang in her head. Never would she have guessed that her father would have included her in the decision of her mate. It wasn't that he was overbearing or controlling. He had been a wonderful, loving father to her and to her two sisters, but he had always been father, telling not asking. Now he treated her like the adult she was about to become. She risked a glance up at her fathers face. He smiled at her and once again she felt as if her world was changing forever. She wanted to run to him and hug him as she had done when she was young. But now she was growing into a woman, and she could not, and the grief at her loss of childhood welled up and threatened to overwhelm her. She felt the hot flood of tears welling up behind her eyes and she wanted to turn and run from her father. Instead she stayed, waiting for his dismissal. It didn't come.

"Your mother will talk to you tonight. Hark her words. Heed what she tells you and prepare yourself."

"Yes father." Tailia looked at her father again. The sadness had returned to his ageless eyes but behind the sadness there was something else, a hunger that she had never seen before. His eyes bore into her soul and seemed to feast upon what he found there. It made her shudder, to have her father look at her this way and yet deep inside her it thrilled her as well. This was the look he gave to her mother when the moon was full and night air was warm. She swayed beneath the intensity of his gaze and nearly collapsed but finally he blinked and the hunger was gone.

"You may leave. Your mother will come to you later."

Tailia ran from him, up a thin stairway grown into the living tree and straight to her room, high up in the tree where the winds blew and rocked her gently. She threw herself onto her bed and curled up amongst the many soft pillows, her arms wrapped around herself. She lay still for a long minute and then let the tears inside her well up and flow out in waves of wracking sorrow-love-fear until her emotion was spent and she finally lay quietly. Overhead, through the sheltering boughs that formed the roof of her room, the waxing moon hung, bright, even though it was more than a week away from being full, and it's gentle light soothed her spirit and calmed her soul. She had almost fallen asleep when a light tapping on her door startled her.

"Come in," She called and then quickly sat up and straightened the front of her simple white dress, smoothing it, trying to brush out some of the wrinkles that had found there way into the cloth.

Shandia, her mother was still exquisitely beautiful with the classic elvish grace though more than a hundred years had passed since her own deflowering. She entered her room and moved to sit by her daughter. "Now, now, come on pretty girl. This should be a happy time, not sad. What are you glooming about?"

"Oh mother, I am happy, yet sad too, and afraid. I love you and father, and I love my room and our house and I will miss them and you. And father frightened me, he looked so, so ..."

"But you will still see us, everyday probably, and Endolan has such a beautiful house, maybe not as high as ours, but still beautiful. You and he will make a life together and raise your children and he will be a good husband for you."

"As good as father has been for you?"

Shandia laughed, a sweet sound like the tinkling of wine glasses being raised in a toast. "Your father has been a wonderful husband and a wonderful father. No one can say if Endolan will be as good an elf as Finnis is, but I am sure he will be a good husband to you. He cares for you deeply, you know?"

"Yes mother." Tailia paused and sniffled and then looked up at her mother. "Tell me about the deflowering, please."

"Ah, that has you worried does it?" The older elf smiled kindly down at her daughter. "The deflowering is one of our oldest traditions. It binds our village together and is important in other ways. Without the deflowering, Endolan, and the rest of the village, would not be sure that his new bride had kept herself pure and there would always be doubt. It also unites us because the intimacy that is shared builds a bond among us that is closer than any other you will know outside your family. That is why each year on the anniversary of your deflowering the ritual is repeated, usually with a select group of friends instead of the entire village though."

"So what is expected of me? What is the ceremony?"

"You already know some of it. You will be brought to the vale, to the altar of vitality. You will be wearing the ceremonial dress that all in our family has worn when you are led to the altar." Shandia smiled. "Then you will disrobe and you will be lain on the altar. There, Lendath with check your purity. It is a simple procedure, nothing to worry about. Then Endolan will be brought to you and your mating will be consummated."

"With Lendath there?" Tailia was aghast.

Shandia laughed and patted her daughter's hand. "Yes, Lendath will be there. All of the adults in the village will be there watching you give your love to your husband for the first time. That is as it should be."

"And that is the end of the ceremony?" Tailia exhaled with some relief. She was not at all sure about disrobing in front of the entire village and even less sure of allowing Endolan to make love to her in front of them, but at least the ceremony would be short.

"Mmm, not exactly. After your love has been consummated then you will be the guest of honor at a magnificent party, but perhaps we should wait to discuss it further." Shandia said softly wondering if perhaps she had not been too adamant about maintaining Tailia's purity.

The next day the village was awash with the news and it seemed that each person in the village came by to congratulate Tailia and bring some small gift to help the new bride when she moved to her new home. Between greeting the well-wishers and helping her mother make preparations for the ceremony Tailia was kept very busy. As was proper, the ceremony was scheduled to take place on the next full moon and so they were hurrying to get everything done. Even though their village was, like all elven villages, small, there would be nearly a hundred elves at the party after the ceremony and there had to be enough food and drink for them all. Also Tailia's deflowering gown had to be cleaned and aired because it had been packed in a large wicker crate since her sister's deflowering six years ago. Finally, the day before the ceremony, the preparations were all completed and Tailia and her mother could once again rest. Shandia led Tailia to her room and sat her on the bed.

"There is more that I need to tell you about the ceremony. I am forbidden by tradition to tell you everything that will happen, but I want to prepare you as best I can." Shandia brought a small ceramic bowl with a plain lid from her pocket and sat it in front of Tailia. "Use this tonight, and twice more tomorrow before the ceremony. It will help."

Tailia cocked her head to one side and lifted the lid from the bowl revealing a white cream. "What is it mother?"

"It is a cream to soften and strengthen you."

Tailia didn't understand but she dipped a single finger into the bowl. She was surprised at how cool and yet warm the cream felt. It made her finger tingle and she carefully rubbed it into her hands.

Shandia laughed and then covered her mouth quickly as Tailia's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry sweetheart. It's not for your hands. It's for your ... well for down here," She said pointing between her own legs.

Tailia's eyes grew big. "You mean I am to rub it in down there?" She gasped.

"Yes dear. Would you like me to show you how this first time?"

Tailia blushed crimson but finally nodded. Shandia smiled knowingly.

"Hmm, well first you must take that gown off then and then lie back on your bed."

Tailia did as her mother said and then tried hard to relax. Her mother gave her a stern look and shook her head.

"No, no dear. I see that I have been too protective of you. Tomorrow when you lay on the altar you must spread your legs wide so that Lendath can check you properly, otherwise it might be assumed that you are hiding something. Now spread your legs for me dearest."

Tailia spread her legs tentatively, wanting to please her mother, but feeling very inhibited.

"Come on now, sweety, just relax a little. This is not going to hurt. No, I would say it will be very pleasant, but if you don't use the cream, tomorrow could become unpleasant indeed."

Tailia nodded and spread her legs wider.

"That's better," Shandia said softly and then she dipped two fingers into the cream and leaned forward.

Talia's mound between her legs was hairless, as all elven women were, and her skin was soft as spring down. Shandia gently began to rub the cream into her thighs using slowly widening circles. The cream felt cold at first and then it began to warm and tingle on Tailia's skin. Involuntarily, Tailia's eyes closed and she relaxed and let her legs fall wider apart. Her thoughts strayed to Endolan, picturing him near her, his lips softly kissing her, his hands caressing her. She moaned softly at the feel of his touch on her thigh, so near where she needed him, so near to the heat that was building inside her.

Shandia slid her hand higher, now rubbing just above where her daughter's sex began. She was careful to move slowly, letting Tailia become used to her hands before moving them again. Finally her fingers touched her daughter's pink lips, causing Tailia to gasp softly. At her mother's touch, Tailia's eye's opened and she remembered that it was her mother, not Endolan, who was causing the fire between her legs to blossom. She looked at her mother, so beautiful, almost radiant with life and she wanted more, wanted her mother to make love to her, to touch her and please her and she wanted to touch her mother. Tailia shook her head, forbidding herself to submit to her burning desire.

Shandia gently rubbed the cream all around her daughter's nubile sex, never penetrating her daughter, but still stimulating her with deft, practiced hands. Tailia's breathing became shallow and her muscles clenched as she felt herself being swept toward her first orgasm. Tailia moaned louder and shut her eyes tightly, concentrating on the new pleasure building inside her. When Shandia touched a finger to her daughter's pulsing clit Tailia gasped in pleasure and then grunted as her first climax took her. Tailia's body spasmed and she shook from head to toe as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. Her mother watched with love filled eyes as the beauty of her daughter's first orgasm shown into her eyes. Finally it was over and Tailia lay still, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

"Have you never had one before?" Shandia asked when she knew that Tailia could speak again.

"Never mother, what was it?"

"A gift that Ellandra gave us in the beginning of time. We call it 'orgasm'. Tomorrow you will have many more."

"I would like that very much. Will I have one when Endolan and I consummate our mating?"

"I certainly hope so, but if not then you will later at the party."

"I will have them at the party?"

"Yes dear, but I cannot tell you more, tradition forbids it."

"Can you give me another now?"

Shandia smiled at her daughter and her fears about having been over-protective faded. "Yes dear, I will show you another way."

Shandia leaned down and extended her tongue, touching her daughter's small pink bud softly. Tailia shuddered and moaned as her mother's gentle tongue danced over her engorged clit. Shandia sucked it into her mouth and gently held it with her teeth, letting her tongue flick back and forth across it. Tailia moaned louder, feeling the newly discovered sensation of orgasm begin to build between her legs again. Shandia let go of Tailia's clit and let her tongue dip down and slide between the soft folds of her daughter's sex, tasting the young elf's juices and spreading her lips gently. She pulled back and blew her warm breath across Tailia's wet slit.

"You taste divine, my daughter. Your nectar is as sweet as virgin honey."

"It feels very nice, mother, please don't stop now."

Shandia bent back down and let her tongue lave from near her daughter's puckered anus, up and over her soft pink folds until it reached her hard nub. She licked back down, pressing her tongue between Tailia's folds and deep into her sweet slit. Slowly, tenderly, she made love to her daughter, bringing her finally to a powerful orgasm. Tailia writhed on the bed, thrashing her head back and forth and moaning loudly as the pleasure swept away her inhibitions and freed her mind and soul. Involuntarily her hands when to her mother's head and held her between her legs as she ground her pelvis up, pressing the center of her universe onto Shandia's eager mouth. Tailia grunted and her breath quickened as she gasped and moaned at once in her ecstasy.

When, at last, Tailia was once again breathing normally Shandia slid up the bed to lie beside her and let her fingers gently trace their way up to her daughter's budding breasts and still erect nipples. She bent over and took one nipple into her mouth and suckled for a few minutes, savoring the texture and warmth then she leaned up and looked into her daughter's eyes.

"You know that you will become with child tomorrow night?"

"I know that every elf who is deflowered has a baby soon after," Tailia said still feeling the glow of orgasm.

"Yes, Elvin maidens are most fertile when the moon is full. That is why the ceremony is always held then. Endolan has been kept celibate since he proposed." Shandia studied her daughter's face as she spoke. "So he should be ready for you as well. All become with child at deflowering, unless they are barren but it is rare for women to have another child soon after. I have been blessed with three children in my one hundred and seven years of being mated with your father. That is more than most other elves in our village."

"Yes, the men speak of how lucky father is to have such a wife as you, and my sisters and I are honored to have you as our mother."

"So does it not make you wonder how the deflowering always results in pregnancy?"

"I assumed it was magic, or something to do with the ceremony," Tailia said solemnly.

"Yes, it is something to do with the ceremony." Shandia shook her head. "I have said too much." She rose and went to the door, turning back before she stepped through it. "Use the cream, once more tonight and then twice tomorrow. One hour before sundown I will come for you and we will dress you in your gown and take you to the vale."

"Yes mother," Tailia paused and then as her mother turned to leave. "Mother? Did you do this for Venedia and Marissa?"

Shandia paused and then nodded, a soft smile spreading across her face. "For Venedia, yes. Marissa did not need it."

The next day, Tailia made sure she used the cream like her mother had shown her. The night before she had discovered that the pleasure Shandia had given her, she could give herself. Well maybe it hadn't been quite as good, but almost, so she had been sure to use the cream twice more, pleasuring herself to orgasm each time. Finally the sun dipped down below the tops of the tallest trees and the sky turned purple. Her mother came to her room with the deflowering gown carefully held in her slender hands. No words were spoken, and Tailia dressed slowly, relishing the feel of the soft cloth on her skin. Her mother brushed her hair carefully; taking time to arrange the yellow locks in an elaborate design that accented the shape of Tailia's thin elven face, eyes, and ears. Finally they were done and Shandia led Tailia from her room.

They left their house and rode the small basket down to the ground and walked along the forest path toward the vale. Children's faces peeked from beneath bushes and fern leaves watching as they went and Tailia recalled when she had hidden and watched her own sister, Venedia, walk down this same path, going to the same ceremony. She hoped that her own face did not show as much fear as Venedia's had. Shandia took her hand and held it tightly, giving it a firm squeeze as they began to walk. The moon rose into the sky as they went, full and bright. It filled Tailia's heart with hope and quickened her soul and she found that the fear and dread had left her long before they reached the vale.

The vale was a wide-open space among the towering trees of the forest, full of elves singing and laughing as the moonlight illuminated the beautiful wooden altar that dominated its center. The altar itself seemed to have grown from the earth; it rose from the ground with beautiful curves like a giant tree root that had been polished to an amazing luster. On one end it split and its sides rose, forming a giant 'V' before plunging back into the earth. In the center it had a small indentation that formed a shallow bowl. Behind that it became flat and even, with only a small incline, so that it resembled a seat with elevated leg holders and a reclined back.

A hush fell over the forest as Shandia led Tailia through the host of elves to the altar. Her father and her sisters waited for her there and an old elf, still tall and fair, with flowing white hair stood nearby. He smiled at Tailia but did not say a word. Her father stood on the other side of the altar and for just a second she thought she saw the same hungry look in his eyes when he glanced at her. He quickly looked away, leaving her unsure of what she had seen. Her eyes met Venedia's and her sister smiled and mouthed a quick 'I love you'. She looked at her older sister, Marissa but her eyes were focused out in the throng of elves gathered in the vale. Tailia looked around for Endolan and finally spotted him standing apart from the others with his father on one side and his mother on the other. Endolan smiled at her when she caught his eye, but was quickly reprimanded by his mother and looked down, still smiling.

Tailia looked at her own mother just as Shandia whispered into Tailia's ear, "Kneel in front of Lendath and answer his questions truthfully."

Tailia nodded and moved to kneel in front of the tall old elf.

"Tailia, you are presented to the us as a pure maiden, unsoiled by worldly pleasure, and ready to accept your place as a mated member of our village. This ceremony is sacred to our people. It is solemn and not to be taken lightly or without thought." He paused and let his stare burn into Tailia before he continued, "Are you pure?"

Tailia answered without hesitation, "Yes."

"Do you wish to be mated to Endolan?"

"Yes."

"Do you wish to take your rightful place in our village?"

"Yes."

"Tonight you will be mated, first to Endolan, son of Daglonor, and then to our village. This mating cannot be undone by time nor distance. Nor can it be undone by deeds of elves or by elven proclamation. Again I ask, do you wish to be mated to Endolan and to our village."

"Yes."

"Do you then promise to hold yourself apart from all others, save those of this village, for all time?"

"Yes."

"Do you promise to never hold yourself apart from your mates, giving yourself freely when needed and taking all village children as your own?"

Tailia hesitated and the crowd waited. Finally she looked over at her father, a little confused by Lendath's words. Her father smiled at her warmly but gave no prodding, letting her make her own mind up.

"Yes," She said at last and Lendath nodded.

"Once this night is done, you will be a part of our village, not just in name, but in spirit. Each elf will be your lover, each child will be your own. Join us now and for all time."

The blood began to pound in her ears and flames grew in her veins. She felt herself beginning to be swept away in a dizzying swirl of emotion and sudden desire. She wasn't sure if Lendath's words were simply ceremonial or if in fact she would become lover to each elf in the village but a fire blossomed between her legs and she felt her nipples harden under the soft fabric.

"Disrobe." As Lendath spoke the last word, her vision blurred and her inhibitions flew from her.

She rose quickly and pulled the robe from her body. She stood, giddy and flushed, nude in front of the entire village, proud of her beauty and her new sexuality. She had never felt this way before, perhaps it was the moon, or the altar or because everyone in the village was looking at her with pure lust burning in their eyes. Perhaps it was the cream her mother had given her, Tailia didn't know, but her heart thrilled and her blood boiled and she felt herself filled with desire and lust. She handed her family's deflowering robe to her mother and then turned for the village to see her. Never would she have been so bold before, but now it seemed right. She raised her hands to the moon, worshiping its soft light and feeling the warm breeze touch her bare skin. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She knew that everyone was looking at her and the idea thrilled and exhilarated her.

Sometime during the ceremony Endolan and his parents had come to the altar and he was there beside her to the left. Her father was on the right and together they lifted her and laid her on the wooden altar, positioning her so that her legs were spread and held up by the altar's great 'V'. The wood under her fair skin was warm and softer than she had suspected and she laid back as Lendath approached her. He stood between her legs and lifted a long, slender, wooden scepter for the crowd and Tailia to see.

"Once again Tailia, I ask you, are you pure?" He intoned, his eyes shining with a bright inner fire.

"Yes!" Tailia hissed, her voice rough and her eyes unfocused and filled with lusty desire. She held Endolan's hand in her left and her father's hand in her right but her eyes saw neither. It was as if a red haze had been pulled in front of her face and all she was and all she would ever be was centered between her legs.

Lendath lowered the scepter and gently placed it on her already gaping nether lips. His eyes went wide when he saw her heat and her arousal. He thrust the scepter forward, spearing it into her. Pain coursed through her navel but it only fueled her need. Tailia had never been penetrated before and blood poured from her, staining the end of the scepter red. Lendath didn't immediately remove the scepter; instead he gently began to fuck her with it, pressing it in deeper and deeper. She gasped as the pain subsided into desire and her greedy body accepted the invading probe. It felt wonderful and she wanted more, but as she began to writhe and pump her hips under him he pulled it from her and held it up for all to see. It's end held the proof of her virginity. Her blood dripped down the scepter and flowed out between her legs.

Tailia's mother brought a small pail of warm water and a soft rag and wiped her daughter's gaping slit clean. Endolan then took his place between her legs, lowering his pants and exposing his long thin cock to her hungry eyes. He stepped forward and placed the head of his cock between her soft pussy lips and then pressed.

They both gasped as he entered her and the crowd cheered in unison. Tailia pushed herself up onto her elbows so that she could watch his cock side into her and he rewarded her by thrusting hard and driving his shaft all the way in. Daglonor had begun removing his clothing once his son had assumed his position between her legs and now stepped up beside her and began to massage her breast and gently pinch her puckered nipple as he watched his son fucking her. Finnis, now also nude, stepped up to her other side and reached down to gently touch her other breast. Endolan started fucking her in long slow strokes, plunging deeply into her open vagina and then withdrawing nearly out of her before again pushing in. His strokes began to build in tempo and in force as he felt his climax nearing.

Tailia felt him suddenly stop thrusting, he shoved his cock as deeply into her as he could and held it there. His balls clenched and spasmed and she felt his seed fill her womb. Tailia's eyes went wide with wonder as she felt herself filled with her new mate's cum but she had not yet reached orgasm and she almost screamed in frustration when he pulled his cock from her hungry pussy. To her surprise, as soon as Endolan moved from between her legs, her own father took his place and shoved his much larger cock deep into her gaping hole. He leaned forward and kissed her lips and then began to fuck her with long steady strokes. Endolan took her fathers place beside her and he bent down and began to kiss her passionately while her father fucked her harder and harder.

She was overwhelmed with lust and emotion. Her new mate was kissing her and rubbing one breast while his father rubbed her other breast and her father fucked her. Never in her wildest imagination had she ever considered this, but now that it was happening it seemed the most natural thing in the world. Giving herself up to the moment, she felt her first orgasm of the night build between her legs and she grunted into Endolan's mouth as he kissed her. Her hips undulated under her father's pounding cock and she writhed and squirmed and panted as pleasure took her in waves. Her father felt her climax and it brought him to orgasm at the same time. His cock leapt inside her and once again she felt her pussy being filled with sperm. Finnis continued to fuck her as she came, pumping into her with a vigor she wouldn't have believed possible, but finally even he had to withdraw.

Daglonor immediately took his place. His cock was shorter than Finnis's but thicker and the head was much wider. She felt her pussy being stretched by his cock and was very thankful for the cream her mother had given her. Now she understood much more of her mother's strange behavior the night before. Just then a mouth touched the breast that Daglonor had recently been massaging. She pulled her mouth from Endolan and looked down. Her mother was suckling her, right in front of everyone, but somehow it wasn't wrong or dirty in any way. Tailia turned back to Endolan and smiled at him.

"I love you," He said softly and then kissed his way down to begin suckling on her other breast.

"I love you too, Endolan," She managed to grunt out hoarsely.

Daglonor finally finished pushing his thick cock deep into her. She felt as though she was being split apart, but it was a wonderful feeling. He began to fuck her, very slowly, taking his time as he pulled his cock nearly from her and then pressed it back in again, filling her with each stroke. She gasped as he pushed in and moaned as he pulled out and soon she felt another orgasm welling up inside her loins. She wrapped her legs around her father-in-law and pulled him into her tightly, grunting with each of his deep thrusts.

Finnis stood behind her head and leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers and letting his tongue slip into her mouth as he kissed her. It was too much for her and she came with a muffled scream and a terrific shudder that threatened to dislodge all of her lovers. Her orgasm came over her in waves, one after another, each new assault sending waves of pleasure through her body but finally it began to subside. Daglonor, who had ridden each wave with his cock still buried between her legs couldn't hold back any longer and he added his cum to his son and Tailia's father's, filling her womb until the cum flowed back out of her gaping pussy and down the firm roundness of her beautiful ass.

He pulled out and Tailia assumed that the night was over and the feast would begin. Her fog of lust began to clear from her head and she wondered at what she had done in front of the entire village, however before she could move her mother slipped down between her legs and began to lap and suck at her swollen lips. The sensation was incredible and Tailia once again felt her lust descend upon her. She growled into her father's mouth, and he moaned back. Her mother sucked her two pussy lips into her mouth and thrust her tongue deep into her gaping messy slit. Tailia closed her eyes and let herself sink into lust filled abandon as her group of lovers continued to pleasure her. She was aware of her mother's lips leaving her ravaged pussy and another set of lips replacing them. She looked down and saw Endolan's mother between her legs. Her sisters moved to her side and each began to kiss and suckle on her breasts as Endolan move away slightly and stood watching his new mate being pleasured.

When Endolan's mother finally moved from between her legs, each of her sisters and then Endolan's brother took her in turn, loving her gently and tenderly fucking her. They brought her to two more orgasms before moving away and letting Lendath take his place between her legs. He took his time and brought her to orgasm again before he filled her womb with his seed and moved from between her legs. She opened her eyes as a new elf took his place between her legs and began pumping his cock into her swollen cum-filled pussy. She pushed up onto her elbows again and looked around. Through her lust filled eyes she saw that every elf in the village had moved forward and was waiting to take their turn with her. She looked up at her father and he smiled down at her.

"Yes, young Tailia, this is the deflowering ceremony. Every adult in the village will take you tonight, so that you are truly mated to the village. It is what makes us who we are."

She knew then what her mother had meant the night before and realized that this was only the start. Every year she and Endolan would pick friends to relive this experience. Inside she thrilled and she gave herself over to the lust inside her as male and female elf alike took their turn with her. No more would she be the shy, frigid maiden, now she truly would know joy and love. Now she belonged, not just to a family but to her village. Next