The Oracle of the Archtree

When mistress Teleria stood out of her tree-house, in the higher branches of Boscosia, the moon shined upon her with her pale and dim light, the warm bug-lights of the wood elf city shinned in warm opposition. She started to walk the suspended bridges, seeking her way to the great white tree at the centre, where her mother would be.

As she walked, her heart and pussy were warmed by the sight of her people and her commitment to the true ways: she saw her neighbour, the muscular hunter Osimos, fucking her daughter in the ass in their family porch, for all to see, holding the young woman by her antlers. The little girl had come to age that very day, and her father had claimed the first taste of her matured self. The daughter screamed with pleasured abandon, showing proudly to the world that a manly warrior was taking her and that she knew how to serve him in the old fashion. The mother was there too, judging her daughter's resilience with an approving look.

Teleria stopped before the entrance of their house, and showed to them her exposed nethers, the priestess pattered her pussy with two hard pats and brought the wet fingers to her mouth. The incestual family cheered her with gratitude. That was the old way of communicating that although she did not have time to partake in their endeavours, she would love to. Osimos started to fuck her daughter harder, making her produce a high pitched shriek to accompany the rythmic and wet melody of his drilling. Her neighbour was very found of Teleria's pussy and it had been a while since he had tasted her. His wife openly pattered her crotch too, she too was fond of the high priestess knowledge of the lubricious arts.

When Teleria reached the arch tree, she found the guardians at the door expecting her. Two of the horsekin: warriors of noble lineage, blessed with horse cocks to carry their powerful seed. They wore golden bracelets and rings to adorn the extension of their magnificent instruments. They were two of her mother's favorite lovers, and they salute her with due respect, stroking their rods for her to see.

The archtree was a white and old living behemoth, as wide as what a human might call a mansion. Its interior was calved not by cruel hands but by the tree itself, creating an immense inner chamber that was her mother's lair and temple. The great Oracle Osuna was there, at the centre, sitting on a living throne of vines, stems and branches, the very heart of the tree. She had assumed the responsibility of becoming the archtree's lover, and so she remained here, with her holes perpetually exposed and lubricated, for the allfather of the forest to use her as he pleases. With that, she was connected to the rootway and knew and felt what happened to every branch and leave of the forest. That is the meaning of the old ways: all live is connected, every act of love is done as the link of an eternal circle. One must give as one receives and respect the natural balance. That is the way to happiness and wisdom.

Osuna lifted her head to greet her daughter graciously. She was beautiful beyond believe, her skin had taken a greenish tone after all those centuries of constant consumption of the archtree's sap, the antlers of her head had become the branches of her own tree and she had beautiful white flowers coming out of them, she was now a plant as much as she was an elf. Below, were the Oracle most astonishing feature: two monumental breast, covered by sacred markings, thrice blessed, thrice as big as an elven head, perpetually leaking her wonderful ambrosia: a mix of her elven milk and the archtree's sap, a powerful and invaluable nectar. Those fleshy orbs were so big that even if her mother wished to abandon her duties, they probably wouldn't let her walk away.

"Teleria, my beautiful daughter, my crotch cries with joy before your presence."

"Mine does too, wise mother, even if we are reunited by a dark omen."

"A dark one indeed." Said her mother with a worried tone, as one of the stems of the archtree fucked her ass and others caressed her parted legs. "I felt her presence a few days ago. She is careful not to delve too deep into our land, but I sensed that she is also evading the human settlements. She may not be a direct menace to us, but she is indeed in hiding, not for herself but for what she carries."

"What is it, mother?"

"Something powerful and alive. A carrier of portentous seed, whose identity I can only guess, he spilled his cum upon the trees and I tasted it. Even as a faint and distant melody, it was delicious and pure, its power akin to that of the archtree itself."

Teleria gasped with horror. "That cannot be!"

"Whether it should or not does not matter. It IS. His seed is still pure, it still carries the naivety of the youth, but she is trying to corrupt it, to twist his ways and transform him into a servant of ****. And if we don't intervine, she will succeed."

"Do you know the identity of this sorceress, wise mother?"

"I fear not, but I know this: she belongs to one of our fallen kin."

"Which ones?" Asked Teleria with utter disgust. "Those haughty so called 'high' elves, who had rejected the ways of love and pleasure?, who practice their abhorrent celibacy and their twisted monogamy and live in stone cities like lowly humans? Or is she one of the dark elves? One of those vermin that have perverted the mysteries of flesh with their cruelty and sadism and live below the surface in their accursed underdark?"

"She is of the latter, I fear."

"Damnation!" She screamed. Dark elves were repulsive creatures, they did not care about the balance, they did not respect it. Instead of believing in love as the natural share between equals, as an union made out of respect and equilibrium, they believed in abhorrent concepts like domination and submission, they had twisted the meaning of pleasure, made it indistinguishable for suffering, they were egotistic and brutal, seeking only to take and never to give. If one such as she were to take hold of such seed... "Then, we must destroy her, mother!"

"Destroy her, no. She has been marked by fate, the forest has foretold it: She is accursed even by her own kin, a pariah, a forlorn child, but she is destined to serve the light, even if she is a spawn of the darkness."

"I do not understand."

"In time, you will. Hereby, I announce the true nature of your call, the quest that must fall upon your shoulders. Come closer." Teleria fell onto her mother's embrace, submerging herself into her unending bosom. Mother and daughter rubbed their pussies so that her fluid may mix and their words were true. Teleria kissed her mother's luscious lips and she moaned in approval. "Heed my words, my beloved child, for your purpose has been finally revealed: As I have pledged my existence to collect this ancient seed, so too you must do. Find this powerful being that the sorceress has taken and pledge yourself to him, so that his cum may be a source of life and not ****, of light and not darkness. Defeat the sorceress, but do not take her life, even if you see no hope in her. She too will have her purpose."

"I will not disappoint you, mother." Said Teleria, massaging her mother's engorged nipples.

"I know you won't, my child. Now, stay with me for the night. Make sweet love to your mommy one last time, before destiny takes you away from me."