Forbidden Book Odyssey

Story by Parallax

Well, I finally finished the first chapter of the long fantasy story I've been working on. The intro's a little light on sex and action, but both should pick up as it goes.

When completed this should contain: (in no particular order)

Futa x Female, Futa x Futa, Transformation, Demons, Multicock, and maybe more to come

Forbidden Book Odyssey

Astella Carfel woke up late on a fine spring morning. She stared up at the cream-colored ceiling, while contemplating what she would fill up her day with. Few other guild members had the luxury of their own quarters, but being the highest-ranked resident had its advantages. Only the 3 highest-ranking members, the chapter head, armory keeper, administrator, and head chef had their own rooms, and, other than her, only the chapter head had a toilet. Yes, being one of the only two class B mercenaries in a run-down little frontier town in the middle of nowhere had its advantages.

Of course, the disadvantages were much greater. With new towns built further southeast years ago, they were no longer on the edge of unexplored territory, and with all the local ruins picked clean, expeditions had all but dried up. All that was left to look forward to were the occasional highwayman, roving bandits, or an upstart necromancer. And with too many mercenaries sticking around in this one little town, the remaining jobs were stretched thin indeed. If she didn’t have this cushy room and a nice office, Astella would’ve been gone long ago. Still, with no decent jobs remaining, she’d eventually have to go elsewhere; either to continue playing sword-for-hire in a new frontier town, finally join the army, or (gods forbid) go back to the academy.

She mulled over her options briefly, but it’s hard to argue against a warm bed when you’re lying in it. Her rest was interrupted by a knock at the door. “Miss Carfel? Are you awake?” said a quiet voice. It was Jenia the guild administrator; a nice girl, but far too timid to do anything other than a desk job. “Yeah, I’m up!” Astella replied groggily. “There was someone here from the Mage’s Guild. She wanted to talk to someone about a job. She was very insistent, so I told her to come back at noon to see you. Is that all right?” She said from outside the room.

Astella looked over to the clock on her wall. She had about two hours. “Sure that’s fine. I’ll be up soon. Thanks, Jenia.” She replied. “You’re welcome.” She said before her soft footsteps proceeded down the hallway. Astella sighed. A job’s a job, right? At least the Mages’ Guild usually paid well even if most of them were pretentious snobs. In any case, if she was going to be meeting with a Mages Guild member, she should probably take a bath first.

However, more importantly, she had to take care of that, first. She put a hand on the lump in her sheets. It wouldn’t be a good idea to go to the bath with a hard-on now would it? Thankfully Jenia was courteous enough to not come into her room uninvited, as it could’ve been quite awkward. No one except the guild doctor and (possibly one random woman she had bumped into in the baths in town) knew that she was a hermaphrodite. Not that it was a particularly rare condition; it’s just not something you go around telling everyone.

She lazily pulled her sheet off of her and briefly looked herself over. She was wearing the same thing she wore every night she spent in the guildhouse, a thin, sheer top (one of her most prized possessions, taken from a highwayman’s stash) and nothing else. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around her waiting cock. It wasn’t much longer than average, but its girth was fairly generous (or so she’d been told); her fingertips just barely met if she squeezed it. She began to slowly stroke herself while her mind drifted to the girl who, recently, has been the star of her masturbatory fantasies more often than not, Quill Maeva.

Quill was a blight-mage, who lived a short distance outside of town. As most other guild members have qualms about partnering with blight-mages, she often asked Astella to join her on difficult jobs. She knew very little about Quill except that she was very skilled at what she did, very likely many times older than she looked, and (in her opinion, at least) stunningly beautiful.

Astella imagined Quill’s tall, lithe body climbing onto her bed. She took her free hand and began to gently squeeze her own breast, as the imaginary woman straddled her. She leaned close, her long brown hair falling like a curtain around them. They kissed deeply, and Quill began to rock back onto the smaller girl’s waiting cock. Quill sat up, and began to rock back and forth, pleasuring herself with the thick cock inside her. Fast

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